Give Me - A Tale of Wyrd and Fae (Tethers 1)

by LK Rigel

  Glimmer Cottage was exactly what she’d had expected. Ancient, falling apart, smelling of old wood and older who-knows-what. A souvenir extravaganza, shelves lined from floor to ceiling with Dumnos Dreamless Tea, Glamour Dust For All Occasions, magic mirrors—gaze into one and see your best self, beautiful and wise.

  Actually, she looked pretty good in the magic mirror. Her hair was shinier, blonder. Her gray-blue eyes were more like blue delphiniums. Her lips were fuller, and her complexion was fantastic. How did they do that?

  “You don’t need a magic mirror, gorgeous.” Cammy picked up a mirror and checked her own features, then sighed and put it down.

  The ceremony wouldn’t suffer for the loss of Lord Tintagos, as far as Lilith could tell. Marion was having a wonderful time. She went giddy making sure the tourists had what they wanted—sweatshirts, candies, magic mirrors. She had just gone upstairs to help the wyrding woman get ready to make her entrance.

  The cottage was packed to overflowing. If Tintagos Village had a fire code, it was in abeyance today. People spilled out into the little garden and filled the courtyard. It felt like there was no air in the room, and Lilith was getting a headache.

  There was no need to stay. She’d seen Glimmer Cottage, her curiosity was satisfied, and she wasn’t interested in the performance to come. She’d rather explore the woods behind the cottage. The trees had called to her the moment she’d stepped out of Bausiney’s carriage. She laughed to herself. Probably fairies.

  “She’s coming!” Marion called down from the rickety stairs. She’d better take care her foot didn’t go through one of the treads. “Take your seats!” At the landing, she caught Lilith’s eye and waved. Drat, that woman moved fast. In two blinks, Marion had her by the arm.

  “I thought I’d go outside and make room for someone else,” Lilith said. But there was no getting away now.

  Marion took Lilith’s hand and Bella’s and nodded to Cammy. “Come with me, girls. I’ve saved us the best seats.” She dragged them over to a table set with tea and cakes and a big RESERVED sign.

  A hush rolled over the room in a wave as attention shifted to the woman on the stairs. She looked like anybody you’d meet on the streets of Tintagos Village. Ordinary, only about ten years older than Marion. She could be your neighbor.

  Wyrding woman. The whole thing was ridiculous, couldn’t they see that? But they were spellbound, every one, caught up in playing along.

  Great gods. The wyrding woman had reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze fixed on Lilith. Glittering. Mesmerizing. Lilith wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.

  “Oh.” Cammy sounded a little frightened.

  “This is real.” Bella sounded shocked.

  “Silver and gold find you.”

  The wyrding woman’s voice was as normal as any other. This was ridiculous.

  “Silver and gold bind you.”

  The woman held her hand out to Lilith, palm up. Marion nodded encouragement, in raptures. Everybody seemed to be holding their breath. Oh, what the hell. Why ruin the fun? Lilith gave the wyrding woman her hand.

  “Serve not desire, but enhance delight.

  All will be well, all will be right.”

  “Stop it!” Someone tried to push the front door open, but a woman sitting in front of it blocked the way. “Stop!”

  Cade. He gave a big shove just as the woman moved, and he fell into the room, sprawled on the floor. He jumped to his feet, wild-eyed. He looked horrible, like he’d had no sleep. “Stop the Handover!”

  The wyrding woman grasped Lilith’s hand and pushed a silver ring over her gold ring, just as Cade lunged for her and pulled her away.

  The woman fainted.

  Lilith looked at Cade. “It is done.” Someone else had used her mouth to speak the words, like she was a medium at a séance channeling a spirit.

  “Beverly, wake up!” Marion grabbed the wyrding woman’s hand and slapped her face. “Beverly!”

  “Moo.” Cade dropped Lilith’s arm and stared at the woman on the floor. “Who is that?”

  I feel good! The voice that had used Lilith’s mouth was in her head. Great gods, a little fae blood does wonders for a human body.

  Beverly. Marion’s sister. The girl in the photograph, years older. That’s who was lying on the floor. She opened her eyes and looked at Lilith. “You have to stop her.”

  Cade looked back and forth from Lilith to Beverly.

  The voice in Lilith’s head said, He doesn’t know who to save first, poor boy.

  Cade and Marion helped Beverly to a chair. As everyone surrounded them, Lilith backed away. She had to have air. She had to get out of here.

  This is what falling apart was. Literally. She’d separated into discrete pieces, each dominated by a separate problem.

  Cade.

  The wyrding woman.

  The voice in her head.

  And the ring. The wyrding woman’s silver ring had wound itself around her gold ring. How could that be?

  They’re together again. We have to release them—and Lourdes.

  There was no one in the garden. Everybody had crammed into the cottage to see. Lilith wasn’t dreaming, and the voice was someone new. Not Diantha.

  Elyse. Elyse from her dreams. Lilith couldn’t tell where she ended and Elyse began. She was going to vomit.

  Cade’s hands were on her shoulders. He spun her around and looked into her eyes. Who did he see? she wondered.

  “Lilith?”

  Lilith. That’s right.

  You can’t fight them. But we can fight them together.

  Fight who? “Help me, Cade.” Lilith could barely breathe. “I have to get out of here.”

  He swept her up in his arms, and that made her laugh. This was going to be a lot harder than lifting her over a few broken treads. She hugged his neck and laid her head over his heart. It sounded like it would pound right out of his chest.

  “Take me to the tree, Cade. To Igdrasil.”

  Yes, that’s it. That’s good.

  Lilith ignored Elyse, who snickered.

  Thank sun and moon, he’d brought the Aston Martin. Sun and moon? That was Elyse’s phraseology. Cade dumped her in the passenger seat. In minutes, he lifted her out again and carried her over to Igdrasil’s trunk.

  “Why are you smiling?” he said.

  “Because I could walk well enough, but I love being in your arms.”

  Cade kissed her.

  His kiss was as big as everything about him—his body, his personality, his heart. His desire. She could tell he wanted everything she had, everything she was. He wanted her—but not to keep or to consume or to put on display. Not because their marriage would keep their fathers from killing each other.

  Stop! Elyse said. Those are not your thoughts, not yours and the boy’s. That’s Diantha and Galen. Hold them off.

  But it was too hard. It would be so much easier to let it all go, let Cade or Galen or whoever he was take over. Not lost in him, but held within for safekeeping. He would take her love and give it, and more, back again. He cradled her head and pressed her closer, his kiss more intense. More desperate, more powerful. “Diantha,” he said.

  “Galen, my love, my love,” she said.

  It felt so right.

  “I’ve waited for you so long.” Lilith’s voice. Not Lilith. She quivered with joy, surprise, virginal anticipation, delight.

  Stop her, you fool! Don’t let her in. You were supposed to be stronger than a human!

  Stronger than a human?

  “Wait.” Lilith pushed Cade/Galen away from her. “Just wait a minute.”

  Images flashed through her mind: The gold band on her hand—Elyse wyrding the ring to find her and bring her here. A fae king offering a necklace that looked very like her mother’s. And another image. A memory. Not Elyse’s memory but one from Lilith’s own past: She was young, a toddler, with her arms flung tight around a woman’s neck. The woman was running, fleeing to a place so foreign that the fae king would neve
r follow.

  Her mother.

  Then Elyse’s memories flooded into Lilith’s consciousness. Lilith knew everything Elyse knew: They were alike, human and…fae.

  We can deal with that later.

  “Diantha,” Cade/Galen said. “Come to me now.”

  Give me control, Elyse said. I can get them back into the ring.

  “Great gods, wait!” Lilith cried. Cade looked alarmed, but she held up her hand. She had to think.

  The two strands of the ring sparkled. So beautiful. She looked up at the tree’s branches, spread so serenely. This was a special place in the world. She could die here and the tree would take in her soul. Convey her to some kind of heaven. She could forget the world, leave this body to Diantha. Let her have her love.

  No, don’t think like that.

  “You’ve kept them prisoners for a thousand years,” Lilith said. “How has that worked out for you?” She had to break Elyse’s hold.

  Don’t think for one second you can use the breaking spell on me.

  Lilith burst out laughing. “I forgive you.”

  “What did I do?” Cade said.

  “Not you.”

  If you do this, you’ll be sorry.

  Elyse’s rage was dangerous. It had lead to so many mistakes. Lilith had once felt rage like that herself, when Greg had told her he was leaving her. In a flash, she knew that she had caused the crack in the window behind Greg that evening. It hadn’t been a bird trying to fly into the bar but the explosive energy from the rage within her.

  Her fae side wasn’t something to take lightly.

  “I forgive you.”

  Please. Don’t.

  Poor Elyse. A thousand years of frustration, of self-sacrifice. Lilith turned away from Cade and put her palms against the tree and said a prayer: “Igdrasil, take Elyse and keep her. Save her, and give her peace.”

  To Elyse she said for the third time, “I forgive you.”

  She inhaled and exhaled and waited. Elyse had left her body, but she wasn’t gone. Lilith felt Elyse’s joy as she greeted someone else—someone who existed in the flow of energy that permeated the tree. Someone with a name: Frona.

  “Diantha.” Cade’s lips grazed Lilith’s cheek. It was like watching a movie. Cade’s moan, his hand on her waist, his finger tracing her ear. She looked into his eyes and saw Galen. Galen who knew exactly who she was.

  Diantha.

  Elyse was gone, but Lilith carried the memories of a thousand years’ battle with Galen and Diantha, fighting against possession, mourning her sister Lourdes.

  Lilith looked at Cade/Galen again. Diantha’s longing for him was so strong, it hurt. A thousand years of denial hadn’t worked. Galen and Diantha had been cheated out of life on the eve of their lives together and cheated out of heaven—or hell—too. Yet their love had lasted all those centuries.

  It wasn’t fair.

  Cade took her hand. “I know everything,” he said. “Everything Galen knows, anyway.”

  “I’d give them what they want,” Lilith said. “But I won’t risk hurting you.” She couldn’t ask him to make the sacrifice she contemplated.

  “My eyes are wide open. Let’s do it.”

  He held her head between his hands and kissed her again. Lilith didn’t know if he was Cade or Galen. Hell, was she still herself? She felt dizzy. Brown flecks appeared in Cade’s green eyes. They turned hazel and then dark brown. Part of her felt so, so sad. Another part filled with so much joy she thought she’d explode.

  At last they were alone together. No one was here but the two of them. He loved her. There was delight in his eyes—and undeniable desire. She had wanted him for so long, a thousand years.

  At dawn the next day, Brother Sun said hello to Sister Moon. They looked down, both eager to see what would happen next.

  The two lovers had returned to Glimmer Cottage the night before. They emerged now, arm in arm, and walked. They walked through the village, through the castle ruins, and ended at Igdrasil.

  Diantha said, “We have to give it back. It’s lovely, but it’s wrong.”

  “I don’t know how.” Galen held his love’s hands and kissed her forehead. “But we’ll find a way.”

  “This.” Diantha held up her hand. The silver and gold ring glimmered in the sunlight. “This is the key.”

  “I agree.”

  They kissed, maybe for the last time. “I’m afraid,” Diantha said. “Don’t let me go.”

  “Give me your hand,” he said.

  Galen removed the ring from her finger and laid it on the ground like an offering, in the space between two large roots where he had once contemplated using the glamour dust.

  “Help us, Igdrasil.” Galen stepped back beside Diantha.

  “We don’t belong here,” she said.

  The earth trembled. A sound like thunder boomed against the cliffs and rolled in all directions, over the castle ruins and Tintagos Village and Glimmer Cottage. An explosion of energy knocked them to the ground.

  When they looked up, Igdrasil had been cleft down the middle as if hit by lightning.

  The waters of the Severn Sea roiled in clashing waves. Dark clouds consolidated over the waters. A monstrous beast in the form of a man emerged from the howling winds and hovered above them.

  “At last, I will have my bride.” The sky god stretched his hand toward broken Igdrasil and culled a stream of ghostly energy from the branches and leaves. The energy consolidated into the shape of a woman with long dark hair who grew more substantial with each minute—and more beautiful.

  “Lourdes.” Galen whispered.

  Lourdes’s spirit looked back over her shoulder. There was vague recognition in her expression but no interest, no happiness—or anger—at seeing Galen.

  “You were always too much for any man, Lourdes,” Galen said. “You deserve a god.”

  A little smile turned up one corner of Lourdes’s mouth. “I reached that conclusion nine hundred and ninety-five years ago.” She turned to take the sky god’s extended arm.

  “Wait!” Galen cried out. “Aeolios, I beg you!”

  The sky god was indeed Aeolios, a god humans did best to avoid. But Galen was an exceptionally brave young man who’d learned over the millennium to grab opportunity when it presented itself.

  “Aeolios!” Galen called again. “I ask a favor in honor of your…your coming nuptials.”

  The god hovered, gazing at Galen the way a mediocre king looks on his lowest subject. He didn’t answer, but he didn’t strike Galen down either.

  “A favor, good Aeolios.” Galen looked to Diantha for her consent. “We were wronged by the wyrder Elyse, though she meant to save us. Still, we don’t belong here.”

  “You have the power to make things right,” Diantha said. “Return these bodies to their rightful owners.”

  The deep voice of the god rumbled, barely distinguishable from far off thunder. One word permeated the air.

  “Done.”

  The bodies the lovers occupied collapsed.

  The oracle’s ring had settled into the charred cleft in Igdrasil’s trunk. Within the gold and silver circle, a sphere of light pulsated. The sphere expanded until it surrounded all of Igdrasil and restored the world tree to robust health.

  A stream of the energy shot out from Igdrasil into the bodies on the ground and, like a mystical net, caught Galen’s and Diantha’s souls, extracted them and snaked away, sinking into the earth near Igdrasil’s roots. A hazel tree and a honeysuckle sprouted from the spot. Within minutes, the hazel and honeysuckle were full grown and entwined about each other.

  Igdrasil exploded with renewed life, and its leafy branches sheltered Lilith and Cade from the bright light when they awoke in each others’ arms.

  Epilogue

  The Glimmer Glass

  Cade had Glimmer Cottage gutted and remodeled and turned into a pub. When he asked Sharon and Jimmy to run the place, Lilith had suggested they book the wedding reception during Glimmer Pub’s grand opening wee
k. Now Jimmy and his band were tuning up on a portable stage set out in the courtyard, while Sharon good-naturedly harassed the serving staff to make sure all the guests were happy.

  Lilith found Marion and Ian with Cade’s mother at a table near the stage. She crossed the lawn to them, glad she’d gone with ankle length instead of a floor-length wedding gown. Beverly was doing well physically. Most of the time she loved being with people. Couldn’t get enough. At the moment she was on a mental holiday, staring into who knows what. It happened sometimes. Marion held her hand but otherwise left her alone.

  As Lilith said hello, Sharon came by with a pint of beer. “For you, Dad. I know you’re not much for champagne.”

  Behind Sharon’s head, Lilith noticed a man on the roof deck standing at the rail. Originally she and Cade had hoped to have the dancing up there, but it was too small. In fact, the roof deck was supposed to be closed tonight. The man was watching her, which in itself wasn’t unusual. Since she’d agreed to marry Cade, now the earl, Lilith had become accustomed to being watched by strangers. This felt like something else.

  She had a strong feeling that the man wasn’t watching Countess Dumnos. He was watching Lilith Evergreen. Her hand went to her throat and touched mother’s necklace, the “something old” for her wedding costume.

  She had always thought the macramé with uneven glass and rock was beautiful but odd, like something the French girls would have worn to the Handover. Her feelings putting it on this morning had surprised her. Painful, yes, but a bittersweet happiness. She’d blocked her mother’s memory for so long, and now the necklace was comforting.

  Sharon moved on to other guests. Lilith ignored the man on the roof and said, “I’m glad they’re doing well with the pub. I was afraid Sharon wouldn’t accept Cade’s offer.”

  “She’s a married woman now, my lady,” Ian said. “That changes a person’s priorities.”

  “So I’m told.” Lilith felt a little shock at hearing Ian call her my lady. Wasn’t she still Lilith to him, the same person she’d been yesterday?

  She glanced at the roof, unable to forget the man. He had disappeared from view, but she had the definite feeling he was still up there and wanted to talk to her.