Niall and Maris were already out the door and her father faded.
Bron reached out, but to a different mind. She reached out to Lach and Shim. She felt their love before the door opened and the hags filled her world.
She shut it down because her husbands didn’t need to know what was happening to her.
* * * *
Deep in the night, when the agony was done, Bron wondered how much more she could take. They’d bombarded her again and again with spells. Some took her strength, some her will. The worst was the one that robbed her of all her joy.
Call to them. Her father had told her to. Apparently she’d been calling all of her life so it made sense to do so again. She couldn’t call to Lach and Shim. They would be terrified. She had to find strength another way.
Hello.
A simple thing. A greeting, but it was all her mind could handle.
I am Erin. The voice was quiet, but she heard it all the same. And she felt a tiny spark of energy.
I am Quinn. Again, a voice and a bit of strength shared among prisoners.
I am Mina.
They came when she called. A hundred voices with sparks of strength that alone would have been nothing at all, but together, they bound her in will and power, re-forming her soul. They gave what they could and connected together through Bronwyn’s brain and heart.
I am Maris. That voice was quiet, tentative, but the energy she sent was not.
They continued through the night. By morning, Bron was smiling when the hags entered and she opened her mind to her loves.
Come for me. My time is now.
Chapter Twenty
Shim looked around the village and wished Bron was with him. She would love Aoibhneas. It was beautiful and the inhabitants were all slightly insane.
But Bron was miles away and he couldn’t get to her.
And his brother was gone as well.
Shim took a deep breath and hoped the mayor had one sane bone in his body. “I promise not to make any deals with demons. Now can we sign this treaty and begin preparations.”
Mayor Mel leaned forward. “You passed the truth tests.”
The truth tests had involved drinking an enormous amount of some liquor the mayor made himself and then answering a bunch of questions because the mayor believed no one could lie when drunk. The mayor had asked him and Lach a multitude of questions about their feelings on demons and parallel planes. He seemed to think that somewhere out there was another him and this other version of the mayor had it all wrong and shouldn’t be worried about creatures from the skies, but rather about demons. Shim and Lach, for their parts, had mostly talked about how much they missed Bronwyn and her breasts. Getting drunk made Shim think about all of his wife’s soft parts, and he’d been sick with worry over her. Well, and with the liquor.
Finally this morning Roan had found the tear in the wall and gotten Lachlan through to bring the Seelies back.
Shim wished they would hurry. He’d been left to negotiate with what Dante had called a whack job.
The vampire had proven to be rather good at negotiations himself. He smiled at the mayor. “Excellent. I assure you the prince has no intentions of allowing demons to take over his kingdom.”
Shim shook his head. “Not at all. It’s written down somewhere.” And if it wasn’t, Shim would make it a law.
A woman with steel-gray hair stared the mayor down. “Sign the documents. You know we’re going in.”
“Fine, woman. You don’t have to harp on me.” He winked at his wife. “But you better tell the women because if I know their husbands, they’ll start trying to lock them up and keep them out of this.”
The mayor’s wife grinned. “I made sure they all had keys to the lockups and each had a sonic sword and one of those cannon things.” She looked over at the vampire. “One of our daughters bonded with a royal vampire by the name of Stefan. He makes sure we have all the weapons we need.”
Dante piped up. “And all the sex toys, too, I bet. Sorry, Talbot Industries makes billions off the toy market. And now I find out he’s an arms dealer, too. Kaj, when we get back to our plane, remind me to buy up Talbot stock. I like him. He’s smart.”
Kaja smiled at her husband indulgently and shook her head. Shim didn’t believe Kaja and her husband were ever going back to the Vampire plane. Not for more than a visit. She seemed very happy here in Aoibhneas.
The mayor signed his name with a flourish and stood. The town square was filled with villagers, all anxiously waiting. Shim could see the Harper clan standing near the boy named Charlie. Paige had her hand clasped firmly in his. They were young, far too young to wed, but it was plain to see the love in their eyes.
The whole village seemed to quiet as the mayor stepped up. “We go to war.”
A huge shout seemed to shake the ground. There were hugs and slaps on the back and celebratory cheers.
All for a war that might take his wife’s life.
“Your Highness? You seem sad.” Rachel Harper placed a hand on his arm.
“I’m frightened.” He probably shouldn’t admit it, but it was true.
She sighed. “So am I, but we’re more afraid of living like this than we are of dying.”
Shim’s eyes threatened to water again. Damn it. It was always there, that fine edge of grief at his brother’s passing. He kept expecting to look down and see Duffy at his side, making a wisecrack and hauling his axe with him.
Shim hadn’t been able to leave the axe behind. Perhaps he should have, but something deep inside wouldn’t let him as though he had to keep a piece of his brother with him.
He kind of wished he had something of Lach’s now. And Bron’s.
“I was so sorry to hear of your brother’s passing.” Rachel Harper looked up at him with kind eyes.
She was going to fight. Shim knew it. She would fight and her older children would, too. Her husbands would fight. She was probably terrified, but she would do it because it was the right thing. Rachel understood what Bron knew, what Shim was just starting to discover. “He would have been honored to fight at your side.”
A ghost of a smile curved up her lips. “I thought this wasn’t your fight, Your Highness.”
“It’s everyone’s fight. That’s why they call it the good fight, isn’t it?”
She curtseyed, the first formal gesture he’d seen from anyone on the plane. “You will do your kingdom proud, Your Highness.”
Shim stood in the middle of the square and breathed in as Bron brushed against him with her mind.
Come for me. My time is now.
She was so serene, so perfectly powerful. She was ready.
And Lach wasn’t here.
“Mrs. Harper, thank you, but I need to find Harry.” Roan had gone with Lach.
Dellacourt was suddenly at his side. “What’s wrong?”
“Bron’s ready. We have to go.” He took a long breath. She was ready and he was miles and miles away.
“Uhm, we’re two days march from the palace. She better stay ready for a while.” Dellacourt looked around. “Or we can hope Roan brings back an army of bikes. Do you understand how much easier warfare is on my plane? We all sit in our rooms and fire at each other remotely. Seriously, I have snacks and drinks during wars. I always get my face fucked up on Faery planes. It’s barbaric.”
Shim had begun to notice the vampire talked really fast when he was getting emotional. It had annoyed him greatly at first until he’d realized that for all Dellacourt’s complaints, he’d walked away from his whole world.
Dante Dellacourt fought the good fight.