“Take me back. Buy me time to rewire things. We can electrocute her with some of the stuff we brought, snake a live cable around her!”
“We don’t even know if electrocution would work! Maybe she’d just suck it up and use it for fuel!”
“We don’t know it won’t!”
Me and him are nose-to-nose, yelling at each other.
Jo explodes from a blur and stumbles into us. “Hey!” she shouts at what I think is Ryodan’s vanishing backside. “You can’t just dump me here!”
“Don’t you two fecking move!” I say.
Then I’m back down by the tower of sound equipment, where we’re all whizzing around, trying to evade the bitch and figure out how to get past her bony lances!
Ozzy wails away. I ain’t never heard this song through a hundred speakers and Black Sabbath this loud makes the hair on my arms stand up on end. I feel like I really am at a Black Mass and Aleister Crowley himself might spontaneously manifest. It’s funny how songs can make you feel different ways. I wonder if whatever sound it is that the Hoar Frost King collects makes him feel something and that’s why he goes after it.
As I zig and zag, I think about how the things that the Unseelie king created turned out so ugly and incomplete when the Seelie are so beautiful and whole.
And I start thinking how all the Unseelie are after something, and it seems to be whatever they don’t have. Why would the Hoar Frost King be after sound? Things go totally silent when he appears. Because he takes the sound, or because his mere existence eradicates sounds?
Or is it more complex than that? What if the Hoar Frost King is after what all the Unseelie lack on the basest, most profound level? What if he’s the only Unseelie smart enough to go straight for the root of the problem and, unlike the simple-minded Gray Woman who spends her life trying to collect beauty that can never be hers, or the Hag who’s trying to finish a gown that can never be completed, the Hoar Frost King is trying to collect the song they were created without? Is it after the Song of Making? Eating chunks of it, bit by bit?
“Duck, you fucking idiot!” Lor roars, and I roll and freeze-frame. Then folks slam into me from opposite sides and just about squish me flat. I hear a couple of my ribs make protesting noises.
“Dudes, get off me!” Christian and Ryodan are both trying to get me out of there. “I lost focus for a couple secs ’cause I was thinking hard! It won’t happen again!”
“You bet your ass it won’t,” Ryodan says.
Then I’m over a shoulder and wind is whizzing through my hair, then I’m being dumped in the sheep pen!
Me! The Mega! Put out to pasture!
“You can’t stick me down here!” I say, indignant as all get-out. I freeze-frame back toward the action the second I hit my feet but slam into Christian, who noodles me over a shoulder and tosses me back to Ryodan, who dumps me in the middle of the sheep pen again!
“Stop it!” My ribs hurt. They need to quit noodling me.
“Don’t be a liability,” Ryodan says, and is gone.
I blink.
“Feels real good, doesn’t it, Mega?” Dancer gives me a chilly look.
“I ain’t no liability!” I wait until they’re all back down the other end then freeze-frame back to the action. I’m a fecking superhero. Superheroes don’t sit on sidelines.
The Hag is trying to take out Christian.
And Lor and Ryodan ain’t doing nothing to help him! In fact, I can’t figure out what they are trying to do. They’re working hard to stay on opposite sides of her, one front, one back, and they keep whizzing in, only to get blocked by one of those deadly legs lancing out. They retreat, whiz back in, get blocked, retreat, whiz back in, get blocked. It’s a cool, methodical attack, and if they had all the time in the world, it might eventually work.
Might. Eventually.
And so what if it does? How do they plan to kill her? Doesn’t look like the best-thought-out plan to me. I don’t see no weapons on them.
The Hag shoots, straight up and dive-bombs Christian. He stumbles on ice and goes down.
He sifts out then all the sudden he’s right back where he was. Looking startled, like his sift didn’t work the way it was supposed to.
That split-second screwup was all she needed.
The Hag’s going to get him this time!
And nobody even cares. Nobody’s trying to save him.
Black Sabbath sounds more evil with each second, and it’s all getting on my last nerve. I yank out my sword and throw it straight at the bitch’s head. She hears it slicing through the air, veers sharply to the side and blasts into Lor, who goes flying backward.
Then suddenly she’s gone!
My sword lodges in a snowbank. Already my hand hurts from the absence of it.
Christian looks from it to me, his alien, iridescent eyes bright. “You threw your sword for me.” He looks stupefied.
I feel stupefied. I never let my sword go. Unlike Mac, I won’t share in battle. Ever.
Ryodan has his head down, looking up at me from under his brows in a way I only ever seen him do once before, and Lor looks major pissed.
“Dude,” I say, because I got no other clue what to say, “would you, like, toss it back now?”
Christian slides long black hair over his shoulder and flashes me a killer smile. “Princess, I’d build you a fucking White Mansion.” My sword slices through the night, alabaster steel flashing violet fire.
“Where the fuck did the bloody bitch go?” Lor snarls. “I want a piece of her.”
“No clue,” I say, and we all look around warily.
That’s when the sidhe-seers start screaming.
Forty-One
The Hag couldn’t get anywhere with us so she went after weaker prey.
We all freeze-frame or sift. I’m the last one there.
When the feck did I become the slowpoke?
Two sidhe-seers die instantly, guts trailing up into the sky.
After a moment their entrails are dropped back to the snow in a wet glistening tangle.
My jaw locks and I get a muscle cramp in it the size of a walnut. My teeth clamp so hard they hurt.
The Hag isn’t even knitting with them. She didn’t even want them. She just killed and threw them away like trash!
She wants Christian. And it looks like she’s ready to kill every last one of us to get him.
“Get inside!” I shout at the women, trying to herd them back toward the abbey.
Sidhe-seers duck and scatter like a herd of gazelles running from cheetahs. Stupid sheep are supposed to be pack animals and that means, duh, run in a pack!
The Hag swoops and takes two more of my sisters! Blood sprays everywhere and folks are screaming like crazy.
I’m so mad I’m shaking. It’s total chaos. Before, it was just us we had to watch out for. Now the Hag is dive-bombing hundreds of helpless humans and I don’t know who to help first.
Ryodan’s covering Jo, Kat, and a dozen others.
Lor’s protecting a bunch of pretty blondes — figures!
Christian has like fifty women around him. I realize he’s turned on his death-by-sex Fae lure and it’s working like magnet-to-magnets. He’s got a second skin of pretty sidhe-seers. I wonder if he did it on purpose for a shield or if it’s just taking everything he’s got to stay out of her reach and he can’t suppress it. If he did it for a shield, I’ll kill him myself.
How are we going to kill the Hag? None of us can get close enough, past her lethal legs. Not even my sword is any good. I can throw it, but the bitch is faster than a witch on a quidditch broom! Dancer’s idea of trying to snake a cable around her and electrocute her is starting to look like a good one. Too bad we don’t have any cables handy down this end.