by Karen Lynch
“Great. I just hope I don’t wake up one of these mornings with a little vampire demon bursting out of my chest.”
“That is not how vampires are made.”
I shook my head and smiled at her bemused expression. “It was a joke.”
Aine scrunched up her nose and still somehow managed to look angelic. “Humor in this world is very strange.” She smoothed out the folds of her dress then laid her hands in her lap. “I did not come only to visit you, sister. If you had been raised among us, you would have learned all you needed to know about your magic by now. It is my duty to teach you what you need to know.”
My breath hitched in anticipation. “Like what?”
She stood and beckoned for me to follow her. We walked to the water’s edge, and she told me to wade into the lake. I did not question her; I pulled off my hiking boots and socks and rolled my jeans up to my knees. Then I stepped into the frigid water until it was halfway up my calves.
“I am a sylph so I can control the air and draw on its power. You are undine, which means you can do the same with water in any form. You can also communicate with any creature that lives in water. “
“What kind of creatures?” I peered at the glassy surface of the lake and tried to imagine what sorts of things could be down there. If Aine had not been with me, my overactive imagination would have sent me scrambling out of the water.
Aine smiled as if she had read my mind. “I promise you, you have nothing to fear from anything in this lake. Call to them and I will prove it to you.”
Curiosity overcame my nervousness. “How do I call them?”
“Send your magic out into the water and use it the way you would to summon an animal.”
“I don’t summon animals; I use my power to calm them.”
“It is the same thing.”
“Oh.” I called on my power, but instead of releasing it into the air, I let it flow from my feet into the water. Looking down, I gasped at the sparkling golden cloud spreading outwards through the water. It was like looking into a beautiful snow globe. “Wow! Do you see that?”
“Water not only strengthens you and deepens your magic, it also shows your magic’s true form,” Aine said softly.
I wiggled my toes and found the water around my feet to be a few degrees warmer than it had been when I stepped into the lake. I raised my eyes to Aine’s amused ones. “This is incredible!”
Something tickled my foot, and I stared down in surprise at the long speckled trout nibbling on my toes. It was joined by a second trout, then a third, and within a minute there were dozens of them swimming around my feet.
The water began to ripple a few yards away, and the trout darted away as something big approached. I stared in shock as it broke the surface and a long black head emerged from the water. Kelpie! I wanted to run, but my feet were rooted to the spot as the horse-like creature rose up to tower over me. It was midnight black with a long flowing mane and tail. My breath caught, and I took a step back when the kelpie looked me in the eye and began moving toward me.
“Do not be afraid, sister; you have nothing to fear. This is Feeorin. He and his brother, Fiannar, are guardians of the lakes and rivers in this valley, and they have watched over you since you moved here. Feeorin is very curious about you, and he comes to greet you.”
The kelpie stopped when its muzzle was inches from my head, and I could feel its hot breath on my face. Despite Aine’s assurances, I tensed, waiting for it to grab me and try to pull me beneath the surface and drown me, because that is what kelpies supposedly do. Seconds passed like hours until Feeorin bowed his head and nudged my shoulder gently. I looked back at Aine, who nodded at me. Then I reached up to touch his wide forehead. The kelpie snorted softly and butted me again until I began to stroke its face and neck.
“Hello, Feeorin.” My voice trembled in awe. I could not believe I was touching a real live kelpie. Two years ago, I’d helped Remy find medicine for a sick kelpie, but I hadn’t gone near the creature because of how dangerous they are to humans. Now I was standing here petting one.
Feeorin raised his head, and his large black eyes stared into mine for a long moment before he bowed again and returned to the lake. When the water reached his back, he gave a soft ninny and sank beneath the surface. I watched the spot where he had disappeared until the ripples stopped moving along the surface of the water.
“Kelpies do not linger long above water. That Feeorin stayed as long as he did is a sign of the esteem he has for you.” Aine practically glowed. “He recognized you as an undine, which means I was right; your Fae side is definitely stronger than your demon side.”
I did not ask her what would have happened if the kelpie hadn’t recognized me as Fae.
“Now it is time for you to learn to control water.” I must have made a face because she laughed. “Do not fret; we will start with something easy. I will show you how I make the air move, and then you can try it with the water.”
She went to stand beneath the trees, facing me. Then she raised a hand and moved it in a small circular motion. On the ground, leaves and twigs began to flutter and dance, forming a column that stretched upward toward her hand. “To do this you do not need to release your magic like you did to summon the water creatures. Water is your element so you simply draw on its power and then command it to do your bidding.”
Oh, is that all? “How do I do that?”
“Everything in nature has a life force, an energy that flows through it, and it is the same power you have inside you. If you look for that power outside instead of within yourself, you will find it.”
I did as she instructed and felt around outside my body for a power like mine. I knew what I was looking for and what it should feel like, but either I was doing it wrong or I could not draw on the power like she could. After a few minutes, I looked at her in defeat. “It’s not working.”
Aine pursed her lips and thought for a moment before her green eyes lit up. “You need more contact with the water. Sit in the lake and try again.”
“Sit in it? This water is freaking cold!”
“It is the only way,” she said, brushing aside my objections. “Once you do it a few times, you will need only to use a finger, but for now more of your body must touch the water.”
I just had to be a water elemental. I pulled off my hoodie and threw it on dry land – not that a dry hoodie was going to help much when my bottom half was soaked. Grimacing, I lowered my body until I was sitting in the cold lake with water lapping at my stomach. “C-can an undine g-get hypothermia?” I asked through chattering teeth.
Aine let out one of her musical laughs. “No, and the sooner you learn to draw on the water magic, the sooner it will warm you.”
That was all the motivation I needed. I laid my hands on my thighs beneath the water and began feeling for magic around me. It was hard not to reach for my own power, and to ignore the cold seeping into my bones. I pictured glowing energy infused with each water molecule, and then I imagined pulling all that warm energy toward me. I concentrated on only that, and after a few minutes, my imaginings grew so vivid that I no longer felt the cold.
“Look, sister!”
I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes until Aine spoke, and when I opened them, my gaze was drawn immediately to the soft glow outlining my body beneath the surface. My first thought was that I had accidently released my power – until I saw what had to be thousands of golden sparkles drifting through the water toward me like tiny underwater fireflies. Mesmerized, I watched the particles join the ones clinging to me and the golden aura around me grow brighter. I waved my right hand slowly through the water and saw with delight that the magic followed it. I also noticed that the water offered little resistance, and my hand might as well have been moving through the air. Mimicking Aine’s actions, I started moving my hand in a circular motion, and a dazzling spiral of magic formed in the water. I picked up speed until I had made a mini whirlpool, and then I lifted my hand from the water, still mov
ing it in a circle. My eyes widened and I sucked in a sharp breath as a spinning column of water formed between my hand and the surface of the lake. I’m dreaming. I can’t really be doing this.
Clapping broke my concentration, and the tiny waterspout collapsed with a small splash. I looked over my shoulder at Aine, grinning so wide that my cheeks hurt. “Did I really do that?”
“Yes.” She walked to the water’s edge where I could see her better, and her face glowed with pride. “You are indeed Sahine’s progeny, and she would be so proud of you.”
“That was awesome! Can I do it again?”
“You may do it as many times as you wish” – her eyes gleamed with mischief – “if you are not too cold to continue.”
“Nope, I’m nice and toasty.” It was true. The water around me felt as warm as bathwater now, and I could sit in it all day.
Aine settled down on the shore and spread her skirts around her. “I’ll be here as long as you want to do this.”
For the next two hours, I played with the water, making bigger and bigger spouts and whirlpools, small waves that broke against the shore, and even a plume of water that rose ten feet in the air and sprinkled down on us like rain. I marveled over each new trick, still unable to believe that I was the one doing it. The best part was that I never tired because I was using the water’s power instead of my own. If only my Mori powers came to me as naturally as this.
It was with great reluctance that I finally stood and released the power around me. My hands were wrinkled and white from being in the water so long, and my dripping clothes clung to me as I joined Aine on the shore. It was going to be a cold walk home, but I didn’t care because I’d just had the most amazing afternoon and I was happier than I had been in a long time.
Aine came over to take my hands in hers. “You did very well today, sister.”
“It was unbelievable,” I said, struggling to come up with a better word to describe the experience.
“I am glad you enjoyed it. Now let’s take care of this.” She waved a hand and my clothes were instantly dry.
“That is a cool trick.” I sat down to pull on my socks and boots and saw that the sun had started dipping toward the west. “I wish I didn’t have to leave yet, but they will come looking for me if I don’t get back soon. When will I see you again?”
“When you have mastered your water magic, I will come back. I do not like to stay long in this world anymore.”
“You could visit me at home,” I said hopefully.
She smiled and shook her head. “It is safe for you to walk among the Mohiri because you are half demon. I am a full Fae, and it would cause chaos if I appeared among so many Mori demons.”
“What would happen?”
“They would be confused, afraid, and very angry. Most Mohiri go their entire lives without meeting a Fae, and they would not be able to handle their demons’ reaction to one. I do not think your people would be too happy about that.”
I winced at the thought of dozens of Mohiri warriors thrown into a Fae-induced rage. “No, definitely not.”
She hugged me. “I will see you soon, little sister,” she said stepping back. She smiled and waved, and just like that, she was gone.
The next time I see her, I gotta ask how she does that.
Running feet alerted me to the hounds approach. They were panting and happy like they had spent the afternoon running around instead of sitting by the lake. I felt a stab of guilt for having so much fun while they were in a dream state, but they did not look any worse for it. To make up for some of it, we spent another fifteen minutes at the lake before I told them it was time to go home. It was very unlikely we’d encounter anything this close to a Mohiri stronghold that two hellhounds could not handle.
When we walked out of the woods just before dusk, I spotted Nikolas and Chris standing near the main building, facing the woods, and I knew they were watching for my return. I was pretty sure that if I’d waited ten minutes longer before coming back, I would have met the two of them in the woods.
I was changing for dinner an hour later when I heard someone outside my door. When I went to see who it was, I found an envelope that had been slipped under the door. As soon as I picked it up, I recognized the stationary. Smiling, I unfolded the paper inside and read the message written in his elegant handwriting.
I would be pleased if you would join me for dinner at seven this evening in the library. Desmund.
I stared at the note for a long moment. Desmund was inviting me to dinner? The same Desmund who had thrown a fit when I trespassed in his library less than two weeks ago? It amazed me how much he had changed in such a short time. The night we met, I thought he was the most unreasonable person ever, and now I looked forward to spending time with him.
Music greeted me as I approached the library, and I recognized it from the Beethoven CD Desmund had sent me. Inside, there was no sign of him, but I found a small table set for two near the hearth and a side table holding several covered dishes that smelled amazing and made my stomach growl.
“Sara, I am glad you could make it. I was not sure if you had already made plans for this evening.”
I turned to greet Desmund, and I was so surprised by the change in his appearance that I almost forgot to speak. He was impeccably groomed and wearing brown trousers and a beige jacket, looking every bit the English noble. But it was not his attire that shocked me; it was the color in his complexion and the warm easy smile he gave me. He still looked ill but so much improved since the last time I’d seen him. Was it possible that the small healing a few nights ago had affected him like this?
“Well, I did have to turn down all my other invitations, but they’ll get over it,” I said when I had found my voice again.
His smile faltered. “Oh, I did not mean to make you cancel your plans for me.”
“Desmund, I’m kidding. If you hadn’t invited me to dinner, I would have come to see you tonight anyway. You owe me a checkers rematch, remember?”
I knew I’d said exactly the right thing when his mouth curved smugly and a gleam entered his dark eyes. “Indeed I do. Let us enjoy the meal the kitchen prepared for us, and then we shall have our rematch.”
He pulled out a chair for me, insisting that I sit while he served us since he was the host. He seemed to be enjoying himself so I obliged him even though I felt a little silly being catered to. I started to say he shouldn’t have gone through any trouble for me, but then I realized that he must have all his meals brought to him since he did not venture downstairs. I guessed that Tristan visited him sometimes, but still it had to be lonely eating alone up here most of the time.
“Here we are.” He laid a plate of lamb chops, rosemary potatoes, and vinaigrette salad in front of me then sat across from me with his own meal. It was a lot fancier than the food I normally ate, but I had a feeling it was standard fare for Desmund.
“Wine?” He held up a bottle of red wine, and I politely declined. “How are lessons with your new trainer?” he asked as he cut into his lamb chops.
“Better than I expected. I used my Mori strength to pick up a forty-pound weight with one hand this morning. I’ve never been able to do anything like that.” Desmund didn’t know anything about my Fae heritage, so I couldn’t tell him about the rest of my training.
“So working with Nikolas is not as bad as you had feared?”
“I guess not,” I admitted reluctantly. “He is helping me, even if I do still feel like clobbering him half the time.”
He laughed, and I was struck again by how different he seemed, relaxed and confident. I wished I could tell him about my incredible afternoon at the lake, but I still didn’t know him well enough to trust him with such a secret.
“Desmund, the last time I was here, you mentioned that you and Nikolas go way back and I got the impression you don’t like each other. Can I ask why?”
His expression became shuttered and I thought he was not going to answer. Then the ghost of a smile settled on his f
ace. “Nikolas is one of the greatest warriors of this age, but there was a time when I held that distinction. I led hundreds of missions across Europe, and my kill rate was unmatched by anyone.
“I was leading a team to deal with a vampire problem in Glasgow when we encountered another team led by this upstart young Russian warrior, barely out of training. I told him we had the situation under control and he could turn around and go home, but young Nikolas did not take kindly to my words.” Desmund’s smile turned into a smirk. “Perhaps I said something about him not being old enough to leave his mother’s teat. Needless to say, we did not sit down to a drink together after the job was done.”
In the short time I had known Desmund I had already formed a picture of the arrogant and sardonic man he had been before the Hale witch attack. I could only just imagine the fireworks when he and Nikolas had butted heads, having had some firsthand experience with Nikolas.
“You two never got along because of that?”
Desmund chuckled. “Oh, that was nothing. We had a few other clashes over the next few years that were even better. It actually got quite boring over there when he decided to travel to America.”
I shook my head. “Somehow I doubt it ever got boring where you were.”
“True,” he replied with a cocky shrug. He took a sip of wine, and we ate quietly for a minute before he said he had heard about the excitement downstairs yesterday. After that I had to describe the whole kark incident in detail for him.
“I found out last night that I have a cousin here. Do you know Chris . . . Christian . . . um . . . shoot, I don’t even know his last name.”
“It is Kent, same as Tristan,” he supplied.
“I thought Tristan’s last name was Croix – like Madeline’s.”
Desmund scowled lightly. “Ah, Madeline. Never cared much for that one. I cannot conceive how a good man like Tristan could have sired a child as selfish and troublesome as her. Croix was her mother’s maiden name, and Madeline took it when she left here.”