Beyond the Highland Myst

by Highlander 01-08

  He had no words for how he sensed her, was, in fact, rather surprised he could, being human and all, but there was a tensing in his body, a pressure inside his skull. He tightened his arms protectively around Gabrielle.

  Hours ago, he'd insisted the MacKeltars leave the hall, get out of the castle— over their strident protests— persuading them it was wiser they be elsewhere, as Aoibheal would be furious when she arrived.

  He'd kept Gabrielle with him. He would protect her against the queen's wrath, however need be, but he didn't want the distraction of vulnerable MacKeltars too.

  A fierce gust of wind kicked up suddenly, extinguishing the fire in the health, then the air was drenched with jasmine and sandalwood, and Aoibheal was there, shimmering before them.

  "Oh, God," he heard Gabrielle whisper, awed.

  "My Queen," Adam said, rising instantly, bringing Gabrielle up with him, an arm around her waist.

  Ah, yes, Aoibheal was furious. She was in high glamour, so terrifyingly beautiful that, even for him, she was almost impossible to look at, shimmering brilliantly, lit by the radiance of a thousand tiny suns. Though her form was essentially human, her body chillingly perfect, nude beneath her gown of light, there was nothing human about her. Pure power pulsed in the air, the presence of an immense, ancient entity.

  "How dare you? " Her words reverberated through the great hall, steel striking off stone.

  "My Queen," Adam said swiftly, "I would not have taken such extreme measures were your welfare not at risk. Gravely at risk."

  "I'm to believe this is about me, Amadan? You would have me interpret your latest— and I must say by far greatest— act of defiance as a selfless act?" Mockery dripped from her voice.

  She was using part of his true name, not Adam, but Amadan. Ah, yes, she was pissed. "It is about you," he said. A pause. "Though if you were inclined to reward me, I would not be averse."

  "Reward you? What would I be rewarding you for? Do you have any idea what you've done? Do you know that already humans have begun slipping through the fabric of place and time where the old magic lies fallow?"

  "The dolmens have opened?" Adam was startled.

  "Yes."

  "Well, why the bloody hell did you wait so long?"

  She gave him such an arctic glare that he was surprised his skin didn't ice. "How am I at risk? Speak. Now. Fast. With each passing moment. I grow more inclined to punish you further than hear you out."

  "Darroc has made an attempt on my life." There. Face that, Aoibheal, he thought, and restore me to immortality as you should have months ago.

  The queen stiffened. "Darroc? How do you know that? You can no longer see our kind."

  "I saw him," Gabrielle spoke then.

  Adam glanced down at her, tightening his arm around her. Her eyes were narrowed, her face was averted, yet she was actually managing to peek at the queen from the periphery of her vision. The queen had chosen high glamour deliberately, knowing humans couldn't focus on it. But she didn't know Gabrielle, he thought with a flash of pride; she was strong, his ka-lyrra.

  Aoibheal didn't deign to acknowledge her. "How?" she demanded of Adam.

  "She's a Sidhe-seer, my Queen."

  Aoibheal's eyes narrowed. "Indeed." She cast a raking, imperious glance over Gabrielle. "I believed them all dead. You do know that by the terms of The Compact that makes her mine."

  Adam stiffened. "She helped me gain an audience with you so I could warn you that Darroc is plotting against you." he said tightly. "In exchange for acting as my intermediary, I assured her safety."

  "You assured? You had no right to assure anything."

  "My Queen, Darroc has brought forth Hunters from the Unseelie kingdom. There are a score or more in his service."

  "Hunters? My Hunters? You jest!" The breeze swirling through the great hall gusted, bitterly frigid, licking around him.

  Adam's breath frosted the air with tiny ice crystals when he said, "It's no jest. It's true. The second time he attacked, he didn't bother to conceal himself or his Hunters. I saw them myself."

  "Tell me," she commanded.

  Speaking briskly, he told her all, from finding Gabrielle, to approaching Aine and her companion, to Darroc's first attack and subsequent one.

  "You saw all this, too, Sidhe-seer?" the queen demanded.

  Gabrielle nodded.

  "Tell me exactly what you saw."

  Watching the queen with that half-averted gaze, Gabrielle told her what she'd seen in detail, describing the Fae involved.

  "And we both know," Adam concluded when Gabrielle fell silent, "there's only one thing Darroc could have promised the Hunters to sway their fealty from you."

  Aoibheal spun in a swirl of blinding light. She was silent for a time.

  Beside him. Gabrielle was tense, breathing shallowly. He could feel the unease in her small body and realized that she was seeing the kind of Fae she'd been raised on tales of. The queen was truly formidable— there was no other word for it. Awe-inspiring, ancient, forbidding, alien, incredibly powerful. He only hoped his ka-lyrra would remember that he was not like his queen. That Tuatha Dé were no more like unto one another than humans were.

  Finally the queen turned back to him. "Darroc is a High Council Elder. One of my strongest supporters, staunchest advocates."

  "For Christ's sake, lip service, no more! Will you never see through that?"

  "He has never left my realm to play with humans."

  Adam bit back a caustic. No, just Hunters, and remained silent.

  "He has served on my council for thousands of years."

  Again he said nothing. He'd told her what he had to say; he knew she understood the ramifications of it. He knew also it would be difficult for her to accept that one of her Elders had betrayed her.

  "I have forbidden any Seelie to bring forth the Unseelie for any reason, under threat of a soulless death."

  "Gee," he couldn't resist saying dryly, "you think maybe Darroc forgot?"

  "Don't think I've forgotten the bad blood between the two of you!" she hissed.

  "I'm not the one walking with Hunters!" he hissed back.

  Another silence. Her fury at him was easing, turning toward another as she digested his news. The air was slowly beginning to warm again.

  "And for this you had the Keltar fail to perform the ritual of Lughnassadh that keeps the walls between realms intact? You took it upon yourself to risk our worlds colliding?"

  "It was the only way I knew to gain your ear. To warn you. No matter that my queen had chosen to punish me. I could not permit an enemy to attack her without doing all in my power to protect her. I will always protect my queen. Even," he added pointedly, "when she has stripped away my power to do so. Besides, it's not as if I didn't try to find Circenn first. It occurs to me now that perhaps you were the reason I couldn't find him"

  "Perhaps I was," she agreed. "Perhaps he and his family have been enjoying an extended holiday on Morar."

  Adam shook his head, lips curving in a faint sardonic smile. "I should have known."

  She stated at him a long moment. "I must have proof of this. I must see this with my own eyes. I must carry firsthand vision back to the council."

  Adam shrugged. "Use me as bait."

  "And you seek what in return?"

  "The honor of serving you," he said smoothly. "Though, there is also the small matter of the return of my immortality and full powers."

  "There is something you owe me. I'm waiting."

  A muscle leapt in Adam's jaw. "I said it in the catacombs, mere moments after you cursed me."

  "I would hear it again. Here. Now."

  Adam's nostrils flared. With an imperious incline of his head, he said. "I see now that countering you before the court might have been ill-advised, my Queen. I acknowledge that a show of my fealty might have better served you. It is possible I might have endeavored to find a more appropriate venue to air my concerns."

  "And counted yourself fortunate I bothered to hear you at a
ll."

  Adam said nothing.

  "Don't think I missed all the 'might haves' in that 'apology.' You still have not admitted you were wrong."

  "I believed at the time that there were those among your council who had personal motives for advocating trial-by-blood. I was concerned then that they plotted against you. It would seem I was right"

  Aoibheal smiled faintly. "Ah, Amadan, you never change, do you?" She eyed him measuringly. "You will leave protected land. You will make your way back to where he first found you."

  "Yes, my Queen."

  "The two of you will leave in the morning, then."

  "You mean, I will," he corrected.

  "Don't tell me what I mean. I said what I meant. You and the Sidhe-seer."

  "I said I would draw him out. Gabrielle isn't— "

  "Gabrielle? Lovely name. You sound fond of your human. You wouldn't be about to argue with me, would you? You wouldn't be about to try my patience further, when I've yet to tidy up after your most recent mess?"

  Adam stopped mid-word; when he spoke again his voice was carefully dispassionate.

  "When the Sidhe-seer," he rephrased, "agreed to act as my intermediary and help me find a way to contact you, I promised her safety in exchange. She has risked herself to aid us, we who hunted her people for so long. Her assistance has helped preserve your reign and the safety of all the realms. It has long been our custom to bestow gifts upon mortals who aid us. I promised her we would leave her in her own world when all was done, alive and well, free of any Tuatha Dé persecution, assuring her safety and that of those she loves."

  "Grand promises from such a powerless Fae."

  "Would you make of me a liar?"

  "You do that often enough yourself."

  Adam bristled. There'd been no need to say that in front of Gabrielle.

  Silence stretched. Then the queen exhaled softly, a silvery sound. "Reveal this traitor for me and I will uphold your promise to the human, but I warn you, make no more. Amadan."

  "Then you agree she should remain here. On Keltar land."

  "I said that I will uphold your promise. But she goes with you. Darroc might wonder at her absence and not show his hand. If he has betrayed me, I want proof and I want it now. Before he acts against me and makes those in my court think it possible." The queen moved in a swirl of radiant light. "I will be watching. Lure him out for me and I will come. Show me Hunters at my Elder's side and I will restore you to your full power. And let you decide his fate. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

  Adam jerked his head once in a tight nod.

  A rush of sound spilled from her lips in Tuatha Dé tongue. Beside him. Gabrielle shivered intensely.

  "You will wear the féth fiada until this is done, Amadan."

  "Bloody hell," Adam muttered savagely. "I hate being invisible."

  "And, Keltar," Aoibheal said in a voice like sudden thunder, with a glance up at the balustrade. "Henceforth I would advise against tampering with my curses. Perform the Lughnassadh ritual now or face my wrath."

  "Aye, Queen Aoibheal," Dageus and Drustan replied together, stepping out from behind stone columns bracketing the stairs.

  Adam smiled faintly. He should have known no Highlander would flee, only retreat to a higher vantage— take to the hills, in a manner of speaking— waiting in silent readiness should battle be necessary.

  Gabby went limp beside him with a soft whoosh of breath.

  The queen was gone.

  22

  Early the next morning, Gabby and Adam packed to leave Castle Keltar and catch a flight back to the States.

  As Adam was invisible again, they would be traveling cloaked, and Gabby was surprised to realize she was rather looking forward to it. There was a certain intriguing impunity one felt, concealed by the féth fiada. There was also the fact that it meant they'd be touching constantly, and she simply couldn't get enough of touching him.

  Immediately upon the queen's departure yesterday, Dageus and Drustan had performed the ritual of Lughnassadh. Once the walls were again secured, they'd sat down and rehashed the afternoon's events, with Gabby serving as Adam's intermediary.

  She'd been surprised by how wired with excitement Chloe and Gwen had been to see— sort of, out of the comers of their eyes as well— the queen of the Tuatha Dé. It seemed Chloe had felt quite cheated that Dageus had encountered her once before and had failed to take a complete accounting of her.

  Their reaction— one not of fear but of interest and curiosity— had served to solidify her new slant on things. Yes, the Tuatha Dé Danaan (as Gabby was now calling them) were otherworldly, different, but not the heartless, emotionless creatures she'd been raised to believe they were.

  As Gwen had said, they were another race, a highly advanced race. And though the inexplicable could be frightening, learning about it went a long way toward allaying one's fears.

  Further toward that end, the MacKeltars had taken her, with the once-more-invisible Adam in tow, to the other Keltar castle last night, where Christopher and Maggie MacKeltar lived, and shown her the underground chamber library that housed all the ancient Druid lore, dating all the way back to when The Compact had first been negotiated.

  Gabby had gotten to see the actual treaty between the races, etched on a sheet of pure gold, scribed in a language no scholar alive could identify. Adam had translated passages of it, emphasizing the part about Sidhe-seers: that "those who see the Fae belong to the Fae," yet they were not to be killed or enslaved but permitted to live in peace and comfort in any Fae realm they chose, their every desire met, except, of course, for their freedom. I told you we didn't harm them, he'd said.

  On the way back to Dageus and Drustan's castle, while Chloe and Gwen had been talking about the queen again, Adam had insisted Gabby convey his irritation with them for leaving by the front door and circling straight around to the rear entrance of the castle to sneak back in.

  I told you we expected you to have our backs if the need arose, Drustan had reminded him through her. I also told you that we would be having yours.

  And when Gabby'd passed on those words, she'd glimpsed a flicker of emotion in Adam's dark gaze that had made the breath catch softly in her throat.

  How could she have ever thought that Adam Black felt no emotion? Even the queen had displayed emotion. That was a fallacy in the O'Callaghan Books she'd be swiftly amending. Along with about a zillion others.

  Still, she could understand how her ancestors had gotten it so wrong. If she'd had to go on the mere appearance of Queen Aoibheal, or of the Hunters, or even of Adam, without ever having interacted with them, without having come to understand so much about their world, she'd have thought the same things.

  But she knew so much better now.

  She'd spent another scorching, delicious, decadent night in Adam's arms.

  He was the kind of lover she'd never imagined existed, not even in her most heated fantasies. And she'd had some pretty darned heated ones.

  He was inexhaustible, alternately tender and wild, playful, then staring into her eyes with deadly intensity. He made a woman feel as if nothing existed but her, as if the entire world had melted away and there was nothing more pressing than her next soft gasp, her next smile, their next kiss.

  He'd still spoken no words of either feelings or future. Nor had she.

  Though the queen herself had guaranteed Gabby's safety when this was through, she was having a hard time seeing past their date with Darroc. She knew she'd not be able to truly draw a deep breath until it was over.

  Then she would face her future.

  Then she would try to decide— assuming she had any decision to make, that he didn't simply abandon her once he was all-powerful again— how in the world a mortal and an immortal could have any kind of life together.

  * * *

  "Promise you'll come back. I mean it, and soon," Gwen demanded, hugging her tightly. "And you have to call us and let us know the minute Darroc shows up and this is over. We're going
to be worrying. Promise?"

  Gabby nodded. "I promise."

  "And bring Adam back too," Gwen said.

  Gabby glanced at her tall, dark prince. The day had dawned swathed in a thick white fog, and though it was already ten in the morning, none of it had burned off. And how could it? If there was a sun anywhere in the sky, she certainly couldn't see it. Above her, the world had a solid white ceiling. Beyond Adam, who stood a dozen feet away, near the rental car they'd arrived in, was a white wall.

  Adam. Her gaze lingered lovingly on him. He was wearing black leather pants, a cream Irish fisherman's sweater, and those sexy Gucci boots with silver chains and buckles. His long, silky, black hair spilled to his waist, and his chiseled face was unshaven, dusted with a shadow-beard. Regal gold glinted at his throat.

  He was heart-stoppingly beautiful.

  She glanced back at Gwen and was horrified to feel a sharp sting of tears pressing at her eyes. "If he's still in my life, I will," she said softly.

  Gwen snorted and she and Chloe exchanged glances. "Oh, we think he'll still be in your life, Gabby."

  Her meticulously erected defenses on that very topic trembled at the foundation. She stiffened mentally, knowing that if she wasn't very, very careful, she could turn into an emotional basket case. If she let herself feel even the tiniest of the many fears she was suppressing, they would all break free. And there was no telling what she might do or say: The Banana Incident, case in point. Emotion did unpredictable things to her tongue. Bad, bad things.

  Despite her resolve to keep her fears at bay, she heard herself say plaintively, "But how? For heaven's sake, he's going to be immor—"

  "Don't," Chloe cut her off sternly. "I'm going to share something with you," she said with a glance at Gwen, "that a wise woman once told me. Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith. Just do it. Don't look down."

  "Great," Gabby muttered. "That's just great. It sure seems like I'm the one having to do all the leaping."