This girl was no sprite. She was mortal, but plenty of Fae lurked in this place.
“Come on.” She smiled at him, her hips swaying to the music, making the feathers on her bottom shake.
“I … ” He got a good look at exactly how little she wore. Yes, she was probably Noli’s age, if that. “I don’t know how to dance.”
“Balderdash,” James snorted. “My brother is an accomplished dancer.”
“Not that kind,” he sputtered. If James didn’t watch out …
She tugged on his hand again. “It’s easy.”
James laughed. “Have fun.”
Not wanting to be rude, Steven allowed the girl to lead him to the floor. She put his hands on her and talked him through the most scandalous version of the waltz he’d ever seen. His insides squirmed as her hands kept … roving and he saw quite enough of her garters, milky white thighs, and yellow drawers.
When she pressed him to her in a highly inappropriate way he jumped back as if burned.
“What’s wrong?” she laughed, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. It wasn’t nearly as pretty as Noli’s hair.
“I … I should return to my brother.” He couldn’t even look at her. It didn’t feel … right.
She got very close to him, her décolletage practically in his face. “Aww, stay with me,” her lower lip jutted out in a fake-pout. “We could go someplace more … private if you wish.”
James’ mention of personal visits came back to him. Steven retreated hastily, bumping right into another couple. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I … appreciate the dance, miss, but I need to go.” He turned and hurried away.
When he arrived at their table he found James chatting with an elegant man. He had blond hair nearly as pale as Quinn’s and piercing blue eyes the color of the sky after a rain. James said something and the two of them laughed. The man held the kitten in his arms.
Steven gritted his teeth. Of course James thought this was all fun and games—it wasn’t his quest. He could return to Los Angeles any time he wished.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” James smirked.
Without a reply, Steven sank into his chair, seething.
“Mathias, this is my brother, Stiofán.” James seemed oblivious to Steven’s anger. “V, this is Mathias, he owns the place. He helped me a lot, and he’s a friend of Quinn’s.”
Steven had trouble believing this elegant man in the expensive suit, who was affiliated with an establishment full of mostly-naked girls, would be friends with the studious Quinn.
“Stiofán, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Not only has Séamus spoken highly of you, but Quinn has as well.” Mathias smile reached all the way to his eyes. His rings gleamed in the light of the crystal chandeliers, making little rainbows dance across the table.
If Quinn truly has told this man about him, how could he be rude? Steven pushed back his anger and returned the smile. “The pleasure is mine. This establishment is yours?”
The music changed again. Girls with longer skirts danced around the main floor like mad tops, kicking and spinning, showing off their legs, garters, and drawers.
If only the music weren’t so loud.
“Yes, this place is mine. Are you hungry?” Mathias signaled the girl in blue.
Steven eyed the kitten. “Do I want to know what happens to the cat?”
There were some denizens of the Otherworld who’d eat such a thing.
Mathias grinned. “It’s a snack for my hound.”
The only hounds Steven knew of that would snack on a cat where the huge hunting beats favored by the wild hunt and many royals.
“Wait, I thought those sorts of hounds weren’t allowed here.” How bitter he sounded. But his father had made him leave his at the palace when they’d left. He’d only been a pup.
He leaned in toward him and lowered his voice, eyes twinkling. “They’re not.”
The cat purred and stretched out on Mathias’ lap, unaware of her fate. If that was even it. For all he knew Mathias fabricated the entire thing.
“Séamus tells me it’s your turn to go questing. It’s my pleasure to assist, and I don’t mean that in any sort of devious way. I promise.” His fisted hand went to his heart.
Steven raised his eyebrows at his brother. He’d heard little of his brother’s escapades between leaving Findlay House and returning to the Otherworld, most of which involved Charlotte. Exactly what sort of adventures had James had? And calling it a quest? It hadn’t been a true quest, but he wasn’t going to call his brother out, even if he was vexed with him.
Mathias’ promise did make Steven’s belly unknot a little. But only a little.
The exotic serving girl in the blue dress took their order. James requested grouse. Steven hesitated as he scanned the menu with its multi-course meals featuring dishes like pigeon pie, scalloped chicken, and veal. They couldn’t pay these prices e and one paid their checks at establishments owned by the Fae.
“Get what you’d like,” Mathias whispered, petting the kitten’s head as she purred.
Steven ordered, the girl hustled away, and he realized that Mathias still waited for his answer regarding how he could help with the quest.
“Tell him,” James urged. “He’s safe. He’ll help—really help, not like those air pirates.”
Steven clutched his glass as if he could gain strength from it, but didn’t drink. “We’re trying to get to Raleigh, but some air pirates decided to help us in Chicago by relieving us of our clothes and belongings and leaving us on top of a building here in New York City.”
Mathias nodded, steepling his fingers on the table in a thoughtful gesture. “Her Majesty has told everyone in both realms to be as helpful as possible.”
His stomach heaved. No good could come of this.
“Exactly what are you seeking?” Mathias took a drink, the facets in the lead crystal catching in the light sending little rainbows dancing across the white linen tablecloth.
Steven paused, toying with his glass, still not ready to completely trust this man.
“We’re looking for a mechanical peacock … or any unusual mechanical toy,” James replied when Steven didn’t speak. “We thought we might find one in New Bern, since the best mechanical toys come from there. Perhaps you know of someplace closer?”
He suppressed a groan. Of course James had to go and tell him. The thoughtful look on Mathias’ face caused Steven’s anger to ebb.
“Unusual mechanical toys?” Mathias rubbed his bare chin. “Must it be an animal?”
“No, just an amusement,” Steven replied. “An incredibly unique amusement.”
His forehead furrowed in thought. “Have you considered an automaton?”
“An automaton? Are those even a reality yet?” He’d been reading about the possibility of intelligent mechanical beings for years but had yet to actually hear of a truly successful creation. Then again, LuLu, his mother’s little dog seemed fairly intelligent for something made of metal. However, who knew how much was magic?
“It all depends on who you ask and what you consider to be an automaton.” Mathias’ eyes gleamed. “There’s a scientist upstate who is rumored to have created actual automatons—as in mechanical people with a small level of intelligence.”
James whistled. “Flying figs. Truly?”
“I don’t have time to chase rumors,” Steven snapped, more frustrated than intended. A true automaton—all mechanics, no magic? The scholar in him was intrigued. However, the implications of rational, intelligent machines appalled his inner philosopher a little.
But only a little.
Mathias leaned in further and lowered his voice. “It’s not a rumor. Some people are … unhappy about the scientific ramifications of such creations. But if you’re looking for something unique, something no one else has, well, he’s your man.”