Fire Rising (Dark Kings) (8 page)

Her mani/pedi times were something she did as often as she liked. There was nothing like having those few precious hours being pampered.

She set her new polish on the shelf with the others, making sure to put it with the other oranges she had. Her collection was never complete. At least not as long as they kept coming out with such great colors.

Rhi stepped back and surveyed her shelf. Some people collected movies, CDs, or figurines. She collected nail polish. Excitement coursed through her as she realized it was just days away before OPI announced their new summer colors.

“Hmm. I may have to get another shelf,” she said with a twist of her lips.

Not that it mattered. She was Fae, a Light Fae to be perfectly clear, and she could acquire anything she wanted. The accord with the Dragon Kings stated that no Fae—Light or Dark—could remain on the realm of Earth for long periods of time. She tended to ignore that fact.

Besides, she wasn’t the only Fae who was breaking the rules. The Dark were infesting Ireland.

Rhi fell back on the mattress of her four-poster bed. The Kings had claimed Scotland while the Fae had chosen Ireland. Frankly, Rhi would have chosen somewhere like Bora Bora or Saint Lucia.

Her smile faded as she thought of the matter at hand—the Dark. They had always been a nuisance to the Light, but they had done the unthinkable by kidnapping a Dragon King.

Kellan couldn’t technically be called a friend, but he was the closest thing she had within the Dragon Kings. It was for him and his mate—Denae—that she had gone into the den of the Dark Fae to help them.

In the process she’d learned the man that had been mentor, friend, and family hadn’t died in the Fae Wars as she had thought. He had turned Dark.

Seeing Balladyn had brought back so many memories, including ones of her Dragon King lover. Though if she were honest, the memories of him were never far from her mind.

Rhi winced as she heard her queen’s shout in her head telling her the Dark were attacking the Dragon Kings.

“Do the idiots have a death wish?” she mumbled as she rose and looked for her new black combat boots. “Didn’t the war with the Kings tell the Dark dumbasses they couldn’t win?”

Rhi finished tying the second shoe as she looked inward, into her mind’s eye to search for Dark Fae in Scotland. As soon as she located them, she used her magic to teleport to the house.

She remained veiled to everyone for a heartbeat as she took in the situation. The Dark outnumbered the Kings three to one, and there were three mortals who joined in with the Dark. By the way Rhys glared at one of the mortals, Rhi suspected the Kings had been … speaking … to the humans before the Dark arrived.

Rhi dropped her veil and materialized, her sword in hand. She spun and ducked beneath Laith’s fist to swing her sword up at the second Dark One fighting Laith.

The blade, forged by the Light in the Fires of Erwar, was a death strike to a Dark. The evil bastard screamed as the metal poisoned his blood and he died a slow, painful death.

She looked up to find Laith staring, his gunmetal eyes holding hers for a second before the battle drew them away.

Rhi moved to her second victim, the feel of battle settling over her quickly and effortlessly. She might have to think on that later after she kicked some Dark Fae ass.

Faces blurred and the yells from battle faded as she focused on one enemy after another while she moved about the room.

She was just about to plunge her sword into the chest of a Dark when she was knocked from the side. She tucked her shoulder and landed so that she rolled to her back and then returned to her feet without jarring anything too harshly.

When she stood once more, her gaze landed on none other than Balladyn. Just as the first time she’d seen him as a Dark Fae, it was like a kick in her stomach, leaving her wheezing for air.

Balladyn’s red eyes gleamed as he wrapped his big hands around one of the three humans’ head, stopping the man in his tracks. With barely a twist of his hands, Balladyn broke the mortal’s neck.

As if it was a signal, the two remaining humans were quickly dispatched, leaving only the Dark, the Kings, and Rhi.

She twisted her wrist in a circle as she swung her sword around her. The man who had helped her grieve through her family’s death and the loss of her lover was gone. In his place stood a monster filled with only evil and malice.

It was just her luck that Con zeroed in on Balladyn as well. Rhi teleported between the two before Con could attack Balladyn.

“Rhi,” Con said with a grimace.

She ignored the derision in his voice. “This one is mine.”

Con’s black eyes narrowed as he looked over her shoulder to Balladyn. “Why?”

Rhi gave Con a shove and whirled to face her ex-friend with her sword raised and ready.

“Hello, pet,” Balladyn said in his Irish accent, using the nickname he’d given her when she was just a young Fae. “I should’ve known you’d do anything to spend time with this lot.”

“I warned you to pick a side. I warned you that I would kill you.”

“Dangerous times, remember, pet?” His red eyes blazed for a moment.

Rhi hated the lump in her throat full of emotion for the man who had been a rock for her, a rock that had faltered and crumbled. Now she was going to have to kill him.

She took a deep breath and swung her sword.

In the space of a second, the Dark vanished. Rhi had used so much momentum in her attack that she couldn’t stop her sword. It clanged against the tiled floor.

For long minutes she remained in that position while she tried to get her emotions under control after encountering Balladyn again so soon.

“Who was that?” Con asked softly from beside her.

Rhi hated that she hadn’t heard him approach. She lifted her sword and slid it into the scabbard she wore along her back. Of course Con would want to know the very thing she didn’t want to tell him.

“Rhi,” Rhys said from across the room. “How did you know?”

Ah. Something she could—and would—answer. “My queen told me. What was going on to bring the Dark to you?”

Con stepped in front of her. “A situation. You’re no’ going to tell me who that was, are you?”

“No,” she replied simply and walked around him. He could push her, especially since she couldn’t lie without experiencing great pain. Something Con knew all too well. “Dark Fae so close to Dreagan. That’s not a good sign.”

Laith nudged one of the dead mortals with his foot. “And neither is the fact they killed these men.”

She considered that for a moment. “They killed instead of rescued the mortals? That’s someone who doesn’t care who is lost. That sounds like Taraeth for sure.”

“Have you seen him?” Con asked.

He was being too nice, his voice too soft. It grated on her nerves. She saw Laith staring at her again. “No. Is Denae still safe?”

“She’s with Kellan.”

Which meant that of course she was. Rhi rolled her eyes. The conceit of the Dragon Kings. It didn’t help that they had every reason to be so arrogant. “Good.”

She was about to teleport out of the house when Con’s hand latched onto her arm. Rhi turned her angry gaze to him. “What?” she demanded.

“That Dark Fae knew you.”

Rhi shrugged, noticing out of the corner of her eye that the other Kings were watching and listening intently. “If you’ll remember your history, the Dark were once Light who turned to the spells that would eat away at our souls.”

“He knew you. You can no’ lie, and you can only evade the question for so long. Who is he?”

Damn him, but she hated Con. Thanks to her mother she had gotten the unenviable dilemma of feeling intense pain every time she tried to lie.

“He used to be a friend,” she reluctantly answered.

Ryder rubbed his jaw. “A close one by the use of the endearment.”

“He’s my concern,” Rhi said. “I’ve answered your question. Let me go.”

The fact that Con still had ahold of her only set her teeth on edge. Of course, he always rubbed her the wrong way. Their hatred was mutual, so it wasn’t as if she was hurt by his words.

With deliberate slowness, Con released her and stepped back. “So you have.”

“Rhi, wait,” Banan said before she could teleport away. “What have the Light discovered about the Dark’s intentions?”

She shook her head and fisted her hands so she wouldn’t rub the spot Con had touched. “No more than what we’ve always known. They like to cause chaos and wreak havoc. I don’t know what any of you were thinking sending Kiril to Ireland to spy, but I wouldn’t leave him there for long. Already there are rumors circulating that a Dragon King is in Cork.”

“Do they know it’s Kiril?” Con asked.

“Not yet. He’s putting himself right in the middle of things. That can be disastrous.”

“He’s a Dragon King.”

Rhi bent and dusted off her combat boots. “Yeah. And if another one of your Kings is taken by the Dark again? What then?”

“I willna be calling on you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Now this was the Con she knew and hated. Rhi laughed as she straightened. “You didn’t the first time. I went in because it was Kellan, and I actually like him.”

“And we appreciate that,” Banan said before Con could respond.

Rhi pulled her gaze away from Con to look at Rhys, Laith, Ryder, and Banan. “I can’t show my face in Cork. Get word to Kiril that he’s probably going to be discovered soon.”

“We need what he can get from the Dark,” Laith said.

“So you put a King with a Scots accent in the middle of Fae territory? That’s smart,” she said sarcastically.

Rhys cleared his throat. “We couldna wait on your spies.”

Rhi didn’t take offense at his comment. It was the truth that none of the Light Fae had learned anything of consequence. “The Dark notoriously keep their plans within their own ranks. They don’t trust anyone, especially the Light. It’s not like we can use a human as a spy. They would spill everything at the first look of a Dark Fae their way.”

“Speaking of,” Banan said. “Is it normal for a human to not be affected by a Dark?”

Rhi glanced at each of the Kings around her. There was something going on, and by Con’s dangerous look, it was doubtful she was going to discover what it was any time soon.

“No,” she said. “Denae was the first I’d ever seen. As I told Kellan, the only thing I can come up with is that Denae and Kellan had made love before the Dark kidnapped them.”

“What if a human has had little to no contact with a King?” Banan pressed.

Rhi thought back over the centuries. “Humans might try to withstand a Fae’s seduction, whether it be a Light or a Dark. Some have even managed it for a few seconds, but the humans always give in to the pleasure they know they’ll get.”

Banan reached down and picked up one of the chairs that had fallen over and leaned his hands on the back of it. “What would you think if I told you I saw a Dark look at a human woman today, and she was able to walk away?”

“I’d say he was probably not very interested in her if he let her walk away.”

Banan shook his head. “Nay. He was interested. She walked away.”

Rhi looked down at the dead mortals and noticed their clothes for the first time. It was similar to what MI5 had worn while they had been after Denae.

More humans in military dress. Dark Fae daring to come close to Dreagan. Dragon Kings interrogating the mortals. It all meant only one thing—war was getting closer.

She met Banan’s gray eyes. “Watch whoever that female is, because that Dark Fae won’t give up so easily if he truly wants her.”

“Damn,” Ryder mumbled and walked out of the house.

Banan’s mouth tightened. “As I thought.”

“You’re dismissed,” Con said from directly behind her.

Rhi whirled around and raised a brow at him. “Do you think there will ever come a time you’ll stop being such a prick? Wait. I know the answer. No.”

She teleported out before she let her fist connect with his smug face.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sammi didn’t stop walking until the sun began to set. With the growing darkness she remembered all too vividly why she wasn’t an outdoorsy kind of girl.

She absolutely hated bugs and all the creepy-crawly things that seemed to come out in the night. Then there were the unknown sounds that kept her wondering what was going to jump out at her the minute she closed her eyes.

“If only you could see me now, Mum,” she whispered and lowered herself to sit against a tree.

She might prefer a nice, warm bed, running water, and toilets, but she was prepared to live without them in order to stay alive.

Not even as a child had she been afraid of the dark, but that was quickly changing. The snap of a twig behind her had her jerking around and peering into the growing shadows.

The only sounds she did recognize were the hoot of an owl and the screech of a fox, and even then it seemed much scarier out in the wild alone in the dark.

Sammi opened her purse and took out a bottle of water and a bag of pretzels. It wasn’t exactly a fine dining experience, but it was food.

The crackle of the cellophane seemed abnormally loud and caused the creatures of the night to be silent for a few moments. If she thought the sounds were scary, the silence was terrifying.

Sammi didn’t breathe a sigh of a relief until the sounds returned once more. She finished her pretzels and drank half the bottle of water before her eyes began to grow heavy.

Knowing she wasn’t going to get much in the way of sleep, she settled more comfortably against the tree and tried to rest.

Cork, Ireland

Kiril stood in his back garden and looked at the night sky. He desperately wanted to take flight, but he was being watched by the Dark Fae. They suspected he was a Dragon King.

Most Dark Fae had no clue what a King looked like in human form, which played to his advantage. On the other hand, many of the Dark knew certain Kings in dragon form after the Fae Wars.

Kiril had killed his share of Dark, and he was prepared to do it again. The recent skirmish had only whetted his appetite to take out more of the vile beings.

There was nothing good about a Dark Fae. They preyed upon everything and everyone and expected no repercussions. He was going to be the one to bring down fire upon the lot of them.