Her reaction—creatures were all right so long as they were on the other side of the ocean? Did she really think there were none in London, probably riding the tube with her?—would have amused Glory any other time. Not now, not with the tension the man in her bedroom had instilled in her having grown during the flight, the more so because she couldn’t reach Jan on the phone. And then for the boys at the gate to not acknowledge that Jan was here...
Something was wrong.
There were half a dozen buildings at the top of the hill, and Glory was in no mood to track through each of them to find her quarry. She paused where the road turned into a series of paths, and studied the activity around each building. There weren’t many people out and about midafternoon, and the ones who were all looked intent on their destinations.
A slender, lizardish-looking creature passed her, not quite close enough to grab. It was vaguely familiar, although right now, that didn’t mean a whole hell of a lot of anything. She dropped her luggage and put a hand up in its face, stopping it in its tracks. “Seth. Where’s AJ?”
The super paused to look at the human who had accosted him, blinked hard enough that his underlid almost stuck, and then said, “Glory?”
She’d been right, this was one of the supers she’d met during their Skype meetings. Or its twin sib, anyway. “In the Britannic and extraordinarily jet-lagged flesh. Where’s AJ?”
The supernatural shifted the file he had been carrying to the other hand, grabbed hers—the one not pulling her suitcase—and practically dragged her up to the main building to where AJ was having a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
Or rather, he was trying to have a cup of coffee and kept getting interrupted by people dashing in and out to either ask him something, tell him something, or hand him something. His heavy brow was drawn together, and his teeth were ever so slightly showing, but nobody seemed to notice or worry that the lupin looked one comment away from biting someone.
Instead, he answered questions, listened to information, and accepted whatever was given to him, while his coffee sat untouched.
“Boss!” Glory’s guide pushed past everyone else, hauling her with him. She had abandoned the suitcase at the front door as a matter of practicality.
The werewolf—and really, she couldn’t think of him any other way, no matter what Jan said—looked up and saw her, and Glory suddenly had an idea of what a bunny felt when the hawk swooped overhead, because all she wanted to do was go very, very still and pray his attention moved on to someone else.
“So, you’re AJ,” she said instead. “You look wolfier in person.”
There was a snicker from somewhere in the crowd, and AJ’s gaze got even more intense. Then his jaw dropped in what she hoped to hell was a grin, and he said, “And you smell like fear and sound like sass. Did Jan tell you—”
Glory shook her head. “Some bloke showed up. In my bedroom, I might add. Told me Jan was off doing something else and you people needed me. Human, old, sword and leather? Sound familiar?”
“The Huntsman,” AJ said. “Huh. I didn’t have to poke him after all. Good, old man. Well played. Galilia!” He yelled that last, and everyone jumped.
“What?” A woman’s voice came back, irritated.
AJ jerked a thumb in the direction of the voice and said, “Follow her. Get your ass to work.”
Glory could work with that.
“Hey!” AJ yelled after her, before she’d taken more than three steps.
She paused, half turning. “What?”
“The old man didn’t come with you? Where did he go?”
She shook her head and shrugged. “Do I look like the social director for— No, he didn’t. Said he had something else to do, and that’s all I know. I can get to work now, boss?”
AJ waved a hand, releasing her, and she left, shaking her head. “Janny girl, if anything, you underplayed how crazy this place is....”
* * *
The blankets in the back had turned out to be sleeping bags. They had pulled into the first rest area they could find, parking at the far end of the lot, and alternated turns, one of them awake while the other two slept, until the sun rose. Grubby and cramped but rested, they’d cleaned up as best they could in the bare-bones washroom and then found a diner for coffee and breakfast.
Once or twice, one of them would start to say something, open some topic of conversation, but it petered out. Jan felt a gnawing in her stomach that had nothing to do with the toxic sludge the diner called coffee, matching the frantic tick-tick-tick that had kept her company for so many weeks, and she let the heels of her hands press against her closed lids, trying to still her thoughts.
“Come on,” Martin said, his hand resting over hers and then ghosting over her hair. “Time to hit the road again.”
They followed the GPS toward Little Creek until it first started sending them in circles, and their signal spluttered and then disappeared. After that, Jan navigated by gut feel north on the highway until it led them to the turnoff for their destination.
They almost missed that single overhead sign for their destination, the sun’s glare making it difficult to read, and only Jan’s sudden yelp and Martin’s reflexes kept them from driving right past the marker.
“I’m surprised this was even on a map,” Jan said, looking out the window as they came off the highway.
Little Creek wasn’t a city. It was barely a town; there was one small sign advertising its existence, then a narrow wooden bridge across what had to be the Little Creek of its name, and maybe fifty houses scattered around a single main street that held all the basics of country life.
“Mama’s Cakes? That’s cute.” Jan was scanning the main street as they drove by. “A bakery, one pizza place, and a bait-and-tackle store...at least they have a library. That is also the post office.”
“At least the truck looks totally natural here,” Martin said.
“Oh, yeah. Trucks and overalls and no phone signal worth a damn.” She scowled at her phone and then put it away in her bag. Something pricked on her arms again, a sense of unease that she wanted to write off to being out of roaming range but knew wasn’t. Here there be preters.
“The witch was right,” Martin said, ignoring both of them. She knew that his ears couldn’t actually flick with interest, not in this form, but his body language was giving the impression of exactly that. “There’s something here. Something preternatural. I can feel it.”
“Keep driving,” Jan said. “Humans are safe, but if you can feel her, she can feel you, right?”
The kelpie nodded, his hands too tight on the wheel to be as casual as he was trying to sound, but he kept the truck to a slow, steady pace, not attracting any attention. They’d run into that problem before, which was part of why AJ had dragged Jan into the fight to begin with. She could get up close and personal when they couldn’t.
But the witch had been able to tell that Tyler was, what did she call it—elf-shot? Jan hadn’t thought of it before, but could the preters tell? Would his scent, or whatever it was, call out to the queen, even though she hadn’t ever met him?
And if so, was that a good thing or a bad one?
“Figure out the trap, then set the bait,” she said to herself, then shook her head when Martin turned to look at her. “Nothing. Can you tell where she is?” Her prickling told her there was danger, but not where.
“Not exactly, no. Near. In town. And she’s been here for a while. The others, they left just a trace, and it disappeared after a bit. This is more like a pool of smell. Like...like the court, back through the portal.”
“So we’re in the right place,” Tyler said.
“Yes.”
Jan bit her lip, wanting to offer reassurances but unsure how they would be received. This wasn’t the bitch who had tortured Tyler, brainwashed him, and nearly killed Jan,
but Jan wasn’t sure that was going to matter once they were face-to-face. Would he be able to handle it? Would she?
“Keep going,” she said.
At the far end of the street, there was a huge mansion on the hill to the left and what looked like an RV haven to the right. Then they were out of the town itself, such as it was, and into what looked like a national park of some sort. Or somewhere large trees had been growing for a long time, and there wasn’t much—any—traffic sharing the road with them.
Martin pulled onto the shoulder the moment he felt safer and then turned to look at them. “So. We know she’s here. What now?”
Jan had to cough once before her voice would come up strongly enough to be heard. “Even if she scented you, just one unfamiliar supernatural wouldn’t set her off. There are probably a handful in these hills anyway, if they haven’t all run. So, we have a little time to think.”
“We should let AJ know...” Martin started, then let the suggestion trail off.
“She’d scent them coming and be gone again, just like last time, wouldn’t she?”
“Probably.”
They both turned to look at Tyler, surprised that he’d finally spoken. He stared out the windshield, and his jaw shifted a little, but he didn’t say anything more at first. Then he sighed. “If she’s anything like...the others, then she’ll be too arrogant to leave without a clear threat. Just us, though, we wouldn’t be a threat. And even if she smells Martin, having been driven away once, she’ll be even more determined to stay this time. Her pride will be hurt.”
“Will that make her more cautious or more careless?”
Tyler shook his head. “I don’t know. If it were...were Her—” and Jan could still hear the capital letters in that “—then I would say more aggressive, angrier. But the queen...” His shoulders raised in a shrug. “There was no queen in the court when I was there. I don’t know how that changes things.”
“She was their center, their stability,” Martin said, “the single point of order in their chaos. That’s why they’re so screwed up and angry now.”
“Will she be stable without them? That’s why she needs a court here. She needs the audience, needs to be needed. Drama queen, literally.” Jan thought about that, chewing her lip, while the other two waited.
“We’ll play it both ways,” Jan decided, wondering when the hell she’d been put in charge. When she’d decided to leave the Farm and they’d both followed her, she guessed. “Stability, familiarity, and challenge, those’re our ins.”
Martin shook his head, then reached up to run his fingers through his hair, a sure sign that he wasn’t happy. “You want us to go in there, all three of us? Him?”
“Right here,” Tyler said mildly.
“Hell, no, I don’t want to. Do you think I’m insane?” She glared at both of them. “Don’t answer that. But what did you think was going to happen when you said to let him come, that we’d leave him on the curb outside? She’s going to be on the alert for attack. The three of us have a chance to...sneak in.”
“Sneak into the court?” This time it was Tyler who looked at her as though she had lost her mind.
“We did it once before,” Martin said, purely contrary, as though he hadn’t just been arguing against it.
“Technically, we didn’t so much sneak in as march in blindly.” They had followed Tyler’s trail to Under the Hill and bullshitted their way in and then bluffed their way out. The memory and the awareness of how easily everything could have gone wrong were part of Jan’s ongoing nightmares.
She shook off those memories and focused on the here and now. And the deadline, still ticking away. Three days now, or was it two? She was starting to lose track, the tick-tick-tick too tightly packed in her brain now for clarity. “We’re here. We managed to do what the others couldn’t, by virtue of being human. And flying under the preter radar. AJ couldn’t have gotten a witch to help, even if he’d asked around—she barely let you in the door, Martin, and only because you were with us, and she was already worried.”
She waited, and the kelpie nodded once reluctantly. “Witches don’t have much love for any of us. We might have been able to convince her, but it would have taken time. And AJ—well, lupin aren’t exactly trusted by humans, above and beyond.”
“I can’t imagine why,” Jan said drily. She had learned to like AJ, but at their first meeting, if she hadn’t been so scared, she probably would have pushed him under the bus they’d yanked her from, just for being such an intimidating, growling ass. And that was before she’d learned what he was. Lupin weren’t werewolves, not the way humans understood it, but they were predators. Predators who were an unapologetic match for humans.
“So, we’re here, we know where she is, and she’s not expecting us. I say we at least try.”
“Try what?” Tyler said, and she knew—the way she’d known before, when he was still healthy, normal, push-her-buttons Tyler—that he was trying to get her to say it out loud, to make it real. Back then, she might have blushed, backed down, thought her idea too silly to actually say out loud, be taken seriously.
She had learned to say impossible things a dozen times before breakfast since then.
“Try to work our way into the court. No, listen to me.” Jan went on before he could protest—or worse, if he didn’t. “She’s building a new court here, so that means she needs people around her to fill that court. And we know she didn’t take any of her own kind with her. If she’s curious about humans, the way we thought she might be for her to come here, want to stay here, then we go in and play that up. If she’s looking for supers to be her new courtiers...” Jan swallowed once, then forced the words out, looking at Martin. “You can play up the crazy-ass dangerous side you showed the other preters. Maybe. Or if she wants—”
“If she wants a demure, useful tool, I can do that, as well.” Martin didn’t sound happy, but he wasn’t arguing against it, either. “You’re right. I don’t like it, but you’re right.” His jaw moved, as if he was chewing, and his steady brown gaze held hers as he thought. She watched, fascinated as always by the golden glints deep within his pupils. She wasn’t sure if it was an all-supernatural thing or only specific types, but she found herself looking at eyes more carefully now, looking for it.
“It’s definitely her,” Martin went on. “The air in this town vibrates from her presence, like the after-crack of gunpowder. How the hell did any search team miss this? I know AJ sent teams up here—hell, we’re not that far from the Farm itself!”
“It’s obvious to you, to us. But we’ve been there,” Tyler said. His voice was so low, they could barely hear him. “We’ve been surrounded by them, scraped raw by them. How could we miss it?”
Jan reached out and took Tyler’s hand in hers without thinking, the same way Martin did to her. Unlike previous attempts since they’d returned, this time his fingers closed around hers without hesitation or flinching.
If nothing else, that much good had come out of this.
“So,” she said. “We’re going to do this. How, exactly, are we going to do this?”
* * *
Little Creek was small enough that there was no buffer between the rest of the world and the stench of preter. The moment Martin walked over the bridge and into town proper, the sun fading at his back and shadows ahead, it hit him all over again, even more strongly than when they had driven through. The worst part of it was that the awareness wasn’t unpleasant; all this would have been easier if it had been unpleasant, if the preter were repugnant. They weren’t. They were elves, legendary even among the supernaturals of this world for their exotic, fearsome glamour and grace. Feared, despised...but also legend.
He had waited twenty-four hours while Jan and Tyler went on ahead, taking the truck out to an old logging road and hiding it there, then walking back. He had taken his time, giving the humans the
ir chance first. It was a risk trying to slide three people into the court in the same week, but with luck, no one would think to associate two humans with a kelpie.
He had also, on Jan’s instructions, once he’d gotten a signal on her phone again, sent a message to Galilia and to Glory each, telling them where they were and what they were doing. If nothing else, at least AJ would know what had happened to them.
Assuming they weren’t too busy holding off the end of the world. When was the deadline up? Jan had been the one to make the bargain, the one keeping watch; Martin had no real sense of time normally, and recent events had disoriented him more than he wanted to admit. Soon, though. Very soon.
Elves were legend, but he had seen them up close, seen them in their own court, been surrounded by the force of their very nature, and he would never admit to Jan how close he had come to not fighting them, to giving in and staying there.
He hadn’t. Of course he hadn’t. Jan’s safety had depended on him. AJ was counting on him. The awareness of those things had been reins on his neck, focusing him. He was needed; he would stay on the straight and narrow for as long as he was needed.
He did wonder, though, if the other creatures of that world were just as appealing—or if the court had destroyed them all, turned them into nothing more than mindless servants to their glamour. They had seen others in the preter realm, unknown species, but they had been dumb animals or corpses left in the wake of Tyler’s captor as she returned to the court. There was no way to tell what those might have been, breathing and vibrant.
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