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Without thinking it through, Leslie said, “So are you watching for the second-string boy-toy or the starting player?”

Aislinn stared at her. “What?”

“Is it Keenan’s or Seth’s turn to take you home?”

“It’s not like that,” Aislinn said. For a brief moment, it looked like the air around her shimmered, like heat rising off the ground.

Leslie rubbed her eyes and then stepped closer. “I’d rather believe it was like that than that you’re letting Keenan use you because he’s got money.” She squeezed Aislinn’s arm where the bracelet was. “People notice. People talk. I know Seth doesn’t like me, but he’s a good guy. Don’t screw it up because of blondie and his money, okay?”

“God, Les, why does everything have to be about sex? Just because you gave it away so easily—” Aislinn stopped herself, looking embarrassed. She bit down on her lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Like what?” Leslie had been friends with Aislinn since
almost the moment they’d met, but
friends
didn’t mean she told Aislinn everything, not anymore. They were close
before
, but these days Leslie needed barriers. She didn’t know how to start the conversation she’d needed to have for months now.
Hey, Ash, do you have the handout from Lit? By the way, I was raped, and I have these hella-awful nightmares.
She was holding it together, planning to move away, to start life all over again—and when she imagined trying to talk about it, about the rape, she felt like something was ripping her apart. Her chest hurt. Her stomach clenched. Her eyes burned.
No. I’m not ready to talk.

“I’m sorry,” Aislinn repeated, gripping Leslie’s arm with an almost uncomfortably warm hand.

“We’re cool.” Leslie forced a smile to her lips and wished these emotions would fade away. Numbness was increasingly appealing. “All I’m saying is that you’ve got a good thing with Seth. Don’t let Keenan ruin it.”

“Seth understands why I spend time with Keenan.” Aislinn bit down on her lip again and glanced back up the street. “It’s not what you’re saying, though. Keenan is a friend, an important friend. That’s it.”

Leslie nodded, hating that they couldn’t really talk about their lives, hating that even her closest friendships were filled with half-truths.
Would she look at me with pity?
The idea of seeing that in Aislinn’s eyes was awful.
I survived. I
am
surviving.
So she stood there, waiting with Aislinn, and switched the topic to one where they could both be honest. “Did I tell you? I’m finally getting my tattoo. I got the out
line already. One more session—
tomorrow
—and it’s done.”

Aislinn looked somewhere between relieved and disappointed. “What did you pick?”

Leslie told her. It was easy to remember: she could see the eyes staring out at her, could picture them without trying. The more she thought of her art, the less tense she felt.

By the time Seth strolled up the street to meet Aislinn—looking like a walking advertisement for how hot facial piercings could be—Leslie and Aislinn were having a comfortable conversation about tattoos.

Seth draped an arm around Aislinn’s shoulders and gave Leslie a questioning look. One pierced brow raised, he asked, “You got ink? Let’s see.”

“It’s not finished.” Leslie was barely able to contain the shiver of pleasure at the idea of getting the rest of it, but the thought of showing anyone felt surprisingly not-appealing. “Show you in a few days.”

“Rabbit must have been pleased. Virgin skin, right?” Seth got a faraway smile on his lips and started walking, moving in that easy lope that was the only speed at which he seemed to do anything.

“It was. I got the outline last week.” Leslie moved faster to keep up with Seth and Aislinn, who’d kept pace with Seth without pause, seeming as oblivious as he was. They had a synchronicity that came from truly fitting together.
That’s how it’s supposed to be: relaxed, good.
Leslie wanted to believe that someday life would be like that for her too.

Aislinn held Seth’s hand and steered the two of them through the people passing on the street. As they walked, Seth talked a bit about friends’ tattoos, about the shops up in Pittsburgh, where Rabbit did the guest-artist gig sometimes. It was one of the most enjoyable conversations Leslie had ever had with him. Until recently, he’d been terse with her. She hadn’t asked why, but she suspected it had something to do with Ren. Seth wasn’t very tolerant of dealers.

Guilty by association.
She couldn’t really blame Seth: Aislinn was too gentle to be exposed to Ren’s crowd. If Seth thought being friends with Leslie would put Aislinn in danger, he’d have reason to disapprove. She shook off the thought, enjoying the banter with Aislinn and Seth.

They’d only gone two blocks when Keenan and Niall stepped out of a doorway. Leslie wondered how they’d known Aislinn was passing at that moment, but the awkward silence that came with Keenan’s arrival made questions feel unwise.

Seth tensed as Keenan held out his hand to Aislinn and said, “We need to go. Now.”

Niall stood to the side, watching the street. Aside from a curt hello to Seth, Keenan behaved as if he and Aislinn were the only two people there. He didn’t look at anyone or anything other than Aislinn, and the way he looked at her was much the same as the way Seth did: like Aislinn was the most amazing person he’d ever seen.

“Aislinn?” Keenan made a weirdly elegant gesture with his hand, as if to direct Aislinn to walk in front of him.

Aislinn didn’t respond or move. Then Seth kissed her briefly and said, “Go on. I’ll see you tonight.”

“But Niall…” Aislinn frowned as she glanced from Niall to Leslie.

“There’s a guest in town. We need to find him….” Keenan shoved his hair away from his face, elegance gone as quickly as it had arrived. “We should’ve gone hours ago, Aislinn, but you had your classes.”

Aislinn bit her lip and looked at everyone. Then she started: “But Niall…and Leslie…and…I can’t just
leave
them here, Keenan. It’s not…fair.”

Keenan turned to Seth. “You can stay with Niall and Leslie, right?”

“Planned on it. I got it, Ash. Just go with Sunshine”—Seth paused and gave Keenan a friendly grin that seemed at odds with the situation—“and I’ll see you tonight. We’re cool.” He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and let his hand linger there, his palm resting around Aislinn’s cheek, fingertips against her ear. “I’ll be fine. Leslie will be fine. Go on.”

When Seth stepped back, Keenan nodded to him and took Aislinn’s hand. Whatever those three had going on was decidedly weirder than Leslie wanted to know about, and Niall’s studious observation of the street was starting to make her feel angry. He hadn’t even acknowledged her presence. The few moments of easy friendship with Aislinn and Seth didn’t mean that she wanted to be caught up in whatever their drama was. “I’m out of here, Ash. I’ll see you at sch—”

Aislinn put her hand on Leslie’s wrist. “Could you hang with Seth? Please?”

“Why?” Leslie looked from Seth to Aislinn and back again. “Seth’s a bit old to need a sitter.”

But Niall turned toward her, the movement drawing her attention to his scar. Leslie froze, caught between wanting to stare and wanting to look away.

Niall said, “Surely you could join us for a while?”

Leslie turned to stare pointedly at Aislinn; there’d been enough “stay away” messages from Aislinn, but all Aislinn did was look to Keenan. And he smiled approvingly at them.
Maybe
he’s
why Ash wanted Niall away from me.
Leslie shivered in a sudden rush of fear. Keenan might be Aislinn’s friend, but something about him made her uncomfortable, more so today.

“Please, Les, could you? As a favor?” Aislinn asked.

She’s terrified.

“Sure,” Leslie said as a wave of dizziness rolled over her, like something in the core of her was being stretched and tugged. The force of it made her unable to move, unsteady to the point that she thought she was going to be sick if she tried. She started cataloguing everything she’d drunk or eaten or touched to her lips in any way.
Nothing unusual.
She stayed motionless, concentrating on breathing until she felt whatever it was recede.

No one else moved either. They didn’t seem to even notice.

Seth said, “We’re good. Go on, Ash.”

Then Aislinn and Keenan got into a long silver Thunderbird parked at the curb and drove off, leaving Leslie standing there with Niall and Seth. Niall leaned back against the wall, not looking at her or Seth, just waiting on…
something.

Leslie shifted from foot to foot, watching a group of skaters across the street. They were taking advantage of the traffic-less side street and doing tail slides on the curb—not that there weren’t other places they could go, but they were content to be where they were. It was appealing, that sense of peace. Sometimes Leslie felt like she was chasing that—at Rabbit’s, at her friends’ parties. She just needed the right timing to catch it.

Seth started to walk away, and Niall pushed off from the wall, watching Leslie with a hungry expression. Something was different, unleashed. He stepped closer to her, slowly, and she felt sure his caution was to keep her from running.

“Niall?” Seth had stopped and called back, “Crow’s Nest?”

“I’d rather go to the club.” Niall didn’t even glance at Seth. Instead he watched her with a pensive look, as if he were studying her. She liked it far too much.

“I need to bail,” she said. She didn’t wait for an answer but simply turned and left.

But Niall was standing in front of her before she’d gone more than a half dozen steps. “Please? I’d really like you to join us.”

“Why?”

“I like being near you.”

And she felt a surge of the confidence she’d been filled with in fleeting moments since she’d been tattooed.

“Come with me?” he prompted.

She didn’t want to leave. She was tired of running every time she felt afraid. That fearful girl wasn’t the person she’d been before; that wasn’t who she wanted to be. She let go of the fear but couldn’t answer.

He held her gaze as he lowered his head toward her. He didn’t kiss her, though—just leaned kissably close and asked, “Will you let me take you in my arms…for a dance, Leslie?”

She shivered, confidence swirling with a surge of longing for the peace she could almost taste, peace she was suddenly sure she’d feel if she slipped into Niall’s arms. She nodded. “Yes.”

C
HAPTER
11

Niall knew better. He knew not to allow himself so very close to temptation. He was to keep the queen’s mortals safe while Keenan and Aislinn sought out the Dark King. Protecting Seth was easy: the mortal was the closest thing to a brother Niall had ever had. Leslie was more difficult: Niall knew he shouldn’t even be considering seducing a mortal he was to protect.

This is work, just like any other day. Think about the court. Think about vows.

But it was hard to think about the Summer Court—or the Dark Court, for that matter. Niall had been a confidant to both kings, and now he was relegated to caretaker of the Summer Queen’s mortals. Everything had changed when Keenan found Aislinn, the mortal who’d been meant to be his queen, and despite the fact that Niall was happy for his king, his friend, there was a sudden absence in his life. After centuries of advising Keenan, Niall was without purpose.
He needed direction. Without it he became…not of the sunlight. It frightened him, these too-frequent flashes of the memory of what he had been before he’d been taken into the Summer Court.

Being around Leslie had become a reward—and punishment. His unexpectedly intense longing to be near her the past week or so was complicating an already unstable situation. He was staring at her again, and Seth noticed.

“You think that’s a good idea?” Seth glanced pointedly at Leslie.

Niall kept his expression carefully neutral; Seth knew him too well. “No, I don’t suppose it would be.”

Leslie seemed oblivious, lost in her own thoughts, and Niall wished she would share them with him. He had no one he could truly share such things with. Until he’d seen Aislinn and Seth, he hadn’t realized—
admitted
—how he longed for that. Even Aislinn and Keenan had a beautiful bond, while Niall was increasingly disconnected from everyone. If Niall kissed Leslie, pulled her into his arms and let himself lower his guard, they’d be far from disconnected. She’d be his, willing to press her body against his, willing to follow him anywhere.

It was both the temptation and the trouble with mortals. The caresses of some faeries, Gancanaghs like him and like Irial once was, were addictive to mortals. Irial’s nature had been altered long before Niall ever drew breath. Becoming the Dark King had changed him, made him able to control the impact of his touch. Niall had no such recourse: he was
left with memories of mortals who’d withered and died for lack of his embrace. For centuries, those memories were reminder enough to restrain himself.

Until Leslie.

Niall could hardly look at her as they walked. If Seth weren’t with them…Niall felt his pulse race at the images in his mind, at the thought of Leslie in his arms. Not for the first time, he was glad he had Seth’s company. The mortal’s calm seemed to help Niall remember himself.
Usually.

Niall stepped a little farther away from Leslie, hoping—irrationally perhaps—that distance would bolster his self-control.

Keenan had been suggesting Niall pursue a relationship of his own now that the court was strong—
growing stronger by the day
—but Niall didn’t imagine he’d be permitted to do so with a mortal, especially one Aislinn wanted sheltered. His king wouldn’t ask him to disobey their queen.

Would he?

And Niall had no intention of betraying his king or queen’s trust, not willingly. They’d asked him to keep the mortals safe, and so he would. He could resist the temptation.