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was passion.
I looked up at him, still on my knees. "Do you think we could behave ourselves
if you ran all this lovely hair over my nude body?"
Each color in his irises was glowing; the rings seemed almost to be whirling
like the eye of a storm. The heat in his face changed to laughter. "Shall I
lie and say yes?"
I raised a hand gone shining, nearly translucent, to stroke along his body.
"Yes, lie to me, if it will keep us from stopping."
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"Dangerous talk," he said, softly.
"Dangerous times," I said, and licked him, making his body react from legs to
shoulders, head going back, breath coming in a shuddering sigh.
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"Meredith," he said in that tone that a man saves for only the most intimate
of occasions. The sound of it made my body tighten in places he hadn't seen,
let alone touched.
The door burst open with a crack of tearing wood and a roil of power that
slammed into us like a giant hand. Sholto staggered but stayed on his feet; I
ended on my butt on the floor, peering around his legs. I
had an image of a dark figure moving in a blur, then Sholto was gone, over the
bed and onto the floor beyond.
Nerys the Grey stood framed in the doorway for a heartbeat, then she was
moving like a blur of mist toward me. I went for the bed and the gun under the
pillow, and knew I'd never make it in time.
Chapter 14
I HAD TO TURN MY BACK ON THE HAG, TO HAVE ANY CHANCE OF REACHING the gun. I
gave her my back; my hand was under the pillow, and claws slashed my bare
back. I screamed, still reaching for the gun. Clawed hands wrapped around my
arms and flung me to the floor. I hit the floor hard, unarmed, and Nerys was
on me before I could catch my breath.
I kicked at her, and she slashed my legs through the slacks. I kept trying to
kick at her and get to my feet, but she never gave me the chance. She
attacked, slashing the air, my slacks, the flesh underneath, until I crawled
to the wall, and there was nowhere else to run.
She was shrieking at me. "He's ours! Ours! Ours!" Each word was punctuated
with a slash. I had my arms in front of my body, but she was going to strip
the flesh from my arms, and it wouldn't stop her.
I'd expected the glow to be gone in a wash of terror and pain, but I was still
a shining thing. Blood spilled out of my arms in a wash of glittering crimson
as if my very blood glowed. I felt power like a warm fist rising up inside my
body, spreading out, but not like any magic I'd ever felt before. The power
flared through me, and my body shone so brightly that the hag hesitated.
Then she yelled, "I'll eat your skin off, girl, and you won't glow anymore."
She slashed my arms until I
cried out, and I saw that black-taloned hand coming at my face, my eyes.
I pushed my hand into her bony chest between her breasts, and power spilled up
my arm, out my hand.
I felt it smash into the hag. She stopped trying to slash me, and just knelt
frozen above me. The power flowing through me hurt, it felt like every fiber
of my body was being burned all at once. I screamed and tried to stop it, but
the pain grew, grew until I looked at Nerys through vision gone grey and
spotted. I
was close to passing out from the pain, and if I did that, Nerys would kill
me.
My body felt like it was being pulled apart with red-hot knives. I finally
found voice to scream again, and
Nerys joined me. She pulled away from me, crawling to lean against the side of
the bed. She watched me
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with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on her twisted face. Her skin began to...
flow-it was the only word I
had for it. Her skin began to flow like thick water, spilling over her hand
like a glove.
Nerys was screaming, "No, no!"
Her body began to fold upon itself, the bones sliding out of place, the
muscles sliding to the surface like logs rising in water. Blood spilled onto
the carpet, then thicker, darker fluids burst in an acrid wash from her. I
watched her heart move to the surface of her body and draw the rest of her
internal organs with it like a string offish. She screamed for a very long
time, and even when she was reduced to a large round ball of flesh, you could
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still hear her screams, muffled, distant, but alive. Nerys was immortal-being
turned inside out didn't stop that.
My pain was fading now like an amputated limb that still hurt. I'd seen my
father do similar things. It had been one of his hands of power, the one that
earned him the title Prince of Flesh.
I started crawling for the door, watching that pulsing, moving thing that I
had made. When I cleared the end of the bed I could see Black Agnes straddling
Sholto. She'd taken that shining piece of him inside the dull black of her
body. He was struggling, but she held his arms down, pinning his body as she
rode him.
There are things among the fey physically stronger than the sidhe. The hags
are one of them.
I went for the splintered door and heard Agnes's voice chase me down the hall.
"Nerys, kill that white bitch." The last thing I heard was a plaintive,
"Nerys?"
I was in the elevators before the next round of screaming started. If Black
Agnes had wanted me dead before, what I'd done to her sister wouldn't make her
change her mind. It seemed to take a long time to ride down to the lobby. I
was shaking, cold. I raised my arms in front of my face. Both arms were
bloodied, hurting with that sharp pain that only slash cuts give, but my left
arm was the worst. I could see bone in the cut on the side of my left forearm.
Blood flowed from it to run in a steady, red stream from my elbow to the
elevator floor. My slacks were soaked nearly purple with blood.
I was hurt enough for shock, but I didn't think that was it. It was the magic.
I'd done what could only be a hand of power. I'd done something my father
could have done. It was his most terrible power. One that even he used with
regret, because they don't die. Nerys wouldn't die. She would be trapped in a
prison of her own flesh and fluids forever. Blind, unable to feed or breathe,
but never dying. Never dying.
A scream built at the back of my throat, and I knew that if it came out that I
would just keep screaming until Agnes found me and pulled out my eyes. I'd
left my shirt, my jacket, and the gun in the room. I didn't even have anything
to bind my wounds with. I did rearrange my bra so that my breasts were
covered.
The elevator doors opened, and a couple almost got in, then saw me. Shock,
fear showed on their faces, and they let the doors slide shut. I'd forgotten
my glamour. I couldn't go through the lobby looking like this.
Personal glamour is my very best spell, yet I struggled, struggled as never
before, to throw a veil of it over me. The best I could do was make people not
see me as hurt, and not notice I was wearing nothing above the waist but a
bra. I couldn't seem to concentrate on changing my appearance. I needed to use
glamour to hide myself from the sluagh, and I couldn't see myself in my head.
I couldn't visualize it, and without that, I couldn't do glamour.
The doors opened to the lobby, and I walked out. No one screamed or pointed,
so the glamour was working. I was all right. I was going to be all right. Then
I saw Segna the Gold sitting on the plush oval
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couch in the center of the lobby. She watched me with narrowed yellow eyes.
I turned on my heel and went for the back entrance, and found Gethin of the
Hawaiian shirt and the baseball cap a few yards away, in front of the other
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