Incubus Honeymoon

by August Li

  Ros looked sleepy, but she managed to wave. She clutched the stuffed horse Dante had hauled around so religiously.

  “Raf,” Dante said. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “I’m not sure I know,” he answered.

  They both nodded, an obviously unspoken agreement to worry about it later, figure things out when they weren’t so bloody exhausted they didn’t even know their own names.

  “Well,” Raf said. “I have a shipment to protect and friends in the hospital. I should head back to the city. Would you like me to take you and Rosalind along? You can both spend the night at my house. You’ll be safe there.”

  Jet sat up. “No, they won’t.”

  “What do you mean?” Dante asked.

  Jet shook their head. “Look, don’t ask me to explain everything right now, because I need about a gallon of Red Bull first, but I did some checking in the last few hours while your boss dropped off the truck and got your guys to the hospital. Sekhet-Aaru knows about your sister, and they know what she can do. They know everything about you, and they’re not going to stop until they get her back.”

  “I won’t let that happen,” Raf said. “I’m going to fight these people, oppose their agenda. I can no longer reconcile the kind of man I’ve always imagined myself and sitting by while Nazis prey on children and those… those others manipulate and control us from behind a curtain. I plan to stand against them. I have enough weapons to outfit a small army.”

  “That’s a start,” Jet said. “But you’re going to need more than guns or even bodies to hold them. You need hearts and minds behind those weapons. You need to know what you’re up against.”

  “Maybe you can help me with that,” Raf said.

  “This gorgeous creature’s been helping us all along,” the short-haired woman—Moirin?—said. “Who do you think does all my tech work? And is a mighty fine one for an evening’s company.” She winked.

  I dragged my hand across my eyes. “Bleeding shite, how much more convoluted can this all get?”

  “Never mind that,” Dante said. “Jet, what are you saying? We need to get out of the city? The state?”

  “I don’t know if that will be enough,” Emrys said gently.

  “What? Then what?” Dante’s voice rose, cracked. He looked down at the gun in his hand, and I could see on his face the moment he knew it couldn’t keep them safe. Poor, poor man.

  “This is the most powerful organization on the planet,” Jet said. “Maybe in history. I dealt them a blow tonight, but we’d be stupid to think they’re gone. These people… they’re everywhere.”

  Dante’s eyes were wide. “Are you saying there’s nowhere we can go? Nowhere safe? Doesn’t anyone know?”

  “I do,” Blossom said, and fuck me, he almost sounded compassionate. “I know a place Rosalind will be safe. It is also a place where she can learn to use her gifts.”

  “Where?” Dante asked.

  “Come.” Blossom stood and walked into the motel’s parking lot, which was empty except for a white SUV. The snow was unbroken, pure and glistening. Looking at it, I could scarcely believe everything that happened a few miles from here. Above the bare branches and the peaks of the evergreens around us, a virginal pink crept into the sky. Blossom walked to the end of the gravel patch and stood between a pair of snow-covered wooden picnic tables. He moved his hands in graceful loops, and a warm golden light spilled from the center of a copse of trees.

  As we all stood staring, a woman emerged. She took a few steps out of the clearing and looked about with the cool disregard almost exclusive to royalty, though she wore a simple green linen dress overtop of an equally unassuming white chemise. She had delicate features, more freckles than I’d ever seen, and hair so red it made the rest of the world look like a faded photograph. It was arranged elaborately in ropes and braids.

  Blossom walked up to the woman, and I expected one or the other to bow, though I couldn’t begin to guess which one. Finally she spoke. “I did not expect to see you again so soon.”

  “Apparently a great deal of time has passed in the mortal world,” Blossom said.

  “My people have not been as oblivious to the goings on here as yours,” she said.

  “So you know why I’ve invited you here?”

  She smiled, and when she looked at Ros, her seafoam eyes glowed as bright as her hair. Desire like I’d never felt rolled off her like a scent. Such want. “Yes.”

  “And you’ll take her?”

  “Wait.” Dante stepped forward. “What the hell is going on here?”

  “Dante, this is my friend Niamh. In the past, both of us have done favors for the other, made bargains. In order to fulfill the bargain I made to you, I must ask her to take Rosalind.”

  “Take her where?”

  Niamh knelt down to Ros’s eye level. “I live on a beautiful island hidden from the rest of the world. It’s full of lovely forests, fields of wildflowers, and lakes and streams as pure and clear as crystal. There are white harts, wild horses, animals of all kinds living free. And all the people there are good and kind, and they have magic, just like you. We can keep you hidden from the bad people, and we can teach you. It’ll be just like going away to school.”

  Ros looked over her shoulder at Dante, who had tears running down his face even though he was smiling.

  “We call our island Avalon after the island of legend, and it’s a world all on its own, where there is no pollution, no hunger, no greed, and no one tries to hurt each other. I’m part of a group called the Order of Marian, and you can be a part of our group too. Our family.”

  “I don’t want to leave my brother.”

  Dante broke then and dropped to his knees to embrace his sister and cry softly. All I wanted in that moment was to ease his pain, but I knew I couldn’t just as surely as I knew what he was going to say: “It’s okay, baby. It sounds nice, like the forest of Arden, and you’ll be safe there. I… I want what’s best for you. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

  “I know. I love you, Dante.” They were both crying as they pressed their foreheads together.

  He pressed the stuffed horse to her chest. “Don’t forget about Touchstone.”

  As Dante stood up, swiping his nose with the back of his arm, Blossom said, “If I might be permitted, I have a gift for you, Rosalind.” He took the toy and set it on the ground.

  The stuffed horse stretched and shifted until in its place stood a perfectly proportioned pony the color of cotton candy, with a mane like spun gold and hooves like pearls. She had sunshine-yellow eyes and long, spindly legs. Prettiest little thing I ever saw, and she gave off a scent like vanilla and lavender. When Ros reached out a hand, the pony knelt down so the girl could climb onto her back.

  Niamh gasped. “That is no trifle.”

  “I swore an oath to keep the girl from harm,” Blossom said. “Besides, I like her.”

  “So I see,” Niamh said. “Well, lass, are you ready to see your new home, meet the rest of the Order?”

  Ros nodded and smiled. I had to hand it to the faerie twat; the pretty new pet did a lot to take Ros’s mind off the severity of her situation. As anyone would, she touched her pony’s neat little ears and spun-floss mane, clearly enamored. Niamh put a hand on Blossom’s elbow. “Old friend, I suspect we’ll see each other again sooner rather than later.”

  “Do you know something I don’t?” he asked.

  She met his eyes and smiled. “Do you not hear what the winds and the waves are whispering? The way their voices grow more insistent by the day? The fate of the world will soon be decided. Me and my people have been waiting for this time. You should make yourself ready as well.”

  Then the two of them walked back into the trees. The golden light faded, leaving the world feeling sadder and colder than before, and they were gone.

  “Gone,” Dante whispered. “All that, and I lost her anyway. At least she’ll be happy, I hope.”

  “What about you?” Jet asked. “Sekhet-Aaru wil
l try to go through you to get to Ros. You know, you could come with us. Me and Emrys, and—” They turned to me.

  “If you’ll have me,” I said.

  “Heh. Stay hydrated, big guy. You could come with me, Emrys, and Inky. Help us fight those assholes.”

  “I thought I wouldn’t be safe,” Dante said.

  “You won’t,” Emrys said. “But I imagine you’re used to that. As a rogue mage, I’m not safe from the guilds either, but I can tell you it’s better not to be alone. We watch each other’s backs, and you can trust us.”

  Jet pointed to their eye. “I have a little bit of an insurance policy. It’s probably not enough to keep them from coming after your sister, but… I wear a contact lens that allows me access to certain ESM networks. It also allows me to record… and upload. I got some footage of the fight, evidence of people using magic, and it’s currently being safely bounced around a grid of protected servers all over the world. It might be enough to keep them off your back, at least once they learn Ros is gone. I’ll do what I can.”

  As I watched him, I hoped he’d say yes. I could feel his desire for a place to belong, a sense of purpose now that Ros had gone. Maybe with friendship, his anger and despair would fade in time. He might not want sex, but I felt sure I could be what he wanted, give him a reason to look forward to life for once. “Yeah, mate,” I said. “I’d like that.”

  Before he could answer, Blossom bent, scooped Charlene—who’d apparently escaped when we’d left the door to the room open—onto his shoulder, and said, “And I offer an alternative.”

  “What?” Dante asked.

  “Come with me. We’ll fight the mages together—not with plots and secrets and machines, but with my magic and your proficiency with those weapons. We will make them pay, and no one will be able to stop us.”

  “Dante…,” Raf said.

  But I saw the glint in Dante’s eye, and I remembered how he’d felt in the basement of Hex, that righteous anger. It was the only way he knew how to define himself, especially now that he’d lost his sister, and it burned in him like a sun. I knew I’d lost him even before he nodded to Blossom and whispered, “Yeah.”

  Blossom clapped and pirouetted on the ball of one foot. Charlene yowled.

  “What you’re planning is no life for a cat,” I said, surprised how petulant I sounded. Fuck me, but I didn’t want to lose Dante… not to the faerie twat, and not to the rage that was going to leave him a cinder. But I’d done all I could. Maybe he just needed to work it out of his system.

  Blossom heaved a dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes. “Oh all right.” He handed Charlene to me, and I situated her inside the tuxedo jacket I still wore. “But if anything happens to my good friend, you’ll have me to deal with.”

  “No empty threat, that,” I grumbled. “Now piss off if you’re going. Dante… take care of yourself. And, uh, look us up sometimes.”

  He actually met my eyes and smiled, making my innards feel warm. “You might want to stay away from that shithole mage bar for a while, though.”

  They turned to go, and Jet called out, “Hey, when do I get one of those horses?”

  Blossom waved without looking back, and Moirin said, “JZ, my love, if you’re looking for something to ride….”

  When I turned toward Moirin, she was giving me the up and down without even trying to hide it. Funny thing was, I could feel the spark coming off her, that sweet golden energy so thick I could taste it, but her desires weren’t coaxing me into any specific shape or molding my personality to her whims. Oh sure, I’d do the things she liked, Jet too, but I’d do them because I wanted to. Because dammit, I was me. More me than I’d ever been before. I’d become something completely different, maybe unique in the world.

  It didn’t scare me.

  More and more, I liked the idea of looking like me, getting turned on by what turned me on, being annoyed by my own issues. Best of all, I had a feeling I could bring some fantasies to life without altering myself, and for the first time, I’d stick around after the honeymoon came to an end. It would take more work than I was used to, more compromise, but to have people who valued me just the way I was? People who cared about me, would fight for me, after the shine dulled?

  Bloody hell, that’s the stuff dreams are made of, isn’t it?

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