Laurel’s chest felt hollow, empty.
“But you didn’t come in May. He waited for you every day, Laurel. And then, when you finally showed up at the end of June, the second he saw you — the instant he saw you — you were forgiven. And every time you come and then leave — go back to your human boy — you shatter him all over again.” He leaned back with his arms across his chest. “And honestly, I don’t think you care.”
“I do,” Laurel said, her voice brimming with emotion. “I do care.”
“No, you don’t,” Shar said, his voice still even and calm. “You think you do, but if you really cared, you wouldn’t do it anymore. You’d stop stringing him along like a plaything.”
Laurel was silent for a few seconds, then she stood abruptly and started to walk away.
“I suppose you came to beg his forgiveness and give him a lot of pretty hopes before traipsing back to your little human boy again,” Shar said, just before she was out of sight.
“As a matter of fact, no.” Laurel turned, angry now. “I came to tell him that I can’t do this two-worlds thing anymore. That I have to stay in the human world and he has to stay in the faerie world.” She stopped and sucked in a breath, grabbing hold of her temper. “You’re right,” she said, calm now. “It’s not fair for me to breeze in and out of his life. And…and it has to stop,” she finished lamely.
Shar stared at her for a long time, then a hint of a smile played at the corner of his mouth. “Laurel, that’s the best decision I’ve ever seen you make.” He leaned forward just a bit. “And I’ve been watching you since you were just a wee thing.”
Laurel scrunched up her face. Thank you, Big Brother.
“Where’d you get the blisters?” Shar stood and crossed his arms over his chest.
Laurel rolled her eyes and turned away.
“This isn’t a game, Laurel.” Shar caught her wrist, and not gently. “There’s only one reason for using a monastuolo serum, and ‘for fun’ is not it.”
Laurel glared at him. “I ran into some trouble,” she said shortly. “I handled it.”
“Handled it?”
“Yes, I handled it. I’m not completely helpless, you know.”
“Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“I dealt with it; it doesn’t matter,” she said, trying to pull her arm away.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me, Laurel. I said this isn’t a game. Do you think it’s a game?” Shar demanded, his eyes hard and flashing. “A contest between you and the trolls? Because I suspect that this little ‘problem’ is the same troll who was hunting you last year. The same troll who knows the gate is here on this land. The troll who wouldn’t think twice about murdering you and every faerie in the realm to get into Avalon. Your little problem is threatening our lives, Laurel.”
She pulled away and crossed her arms over her chest, saying nothing.
“I have a daughter, did you know that? A two-year-old little girl, barely more than a seedling. I’d like her to have a father for at least the next hundred years, if you don’t mind. But the chances of that happening are dropping precipitously right now because you have this animal-brained determination that you have to handle things yourself. So I ask you again, Laurel, are you going to tell me what happened?”
His voice hadn’t gotten any louder, but Laurel felt her ears ring as though he’d shouted. It was more than she could handle. She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands, trying to stop the tears, but it didn’t help; they came anyway. She’d screwed everything up. She’d let down everyone who had any degree of importance to her at all. Even Shar.
Shar’s sharp whisper made Laurel’s head snap up. He’d said something in a language she didn’t understand, but he didn’t seem to be addressing her. She forced back her tears, and her eyes flashed around at the trees surrounding her. But no one appeared and Shar was still focused on her.
Laurel nodded numbly. “Okay,” she said softly. “I’ll tell you.”
Shar watched Laurel leave the glade and climb into her car after she had finished telling him about Barnes. She’d answered all his questions.
All the ones she knew the answers to, anyway.
Shar waited, standing still against the tree until her car — its yellow signal blinking annoyingly — turned onto the highway.
“You can come out now, Tam,” he said.
Tamani stepped out from behind a tree, his eyes fixed on Laurel’s departing car.
“Thank you for staying put — even though you almost didn’t,” he added wryly.
Tamani just shrugged.
“She wouldn’t have told me as much with you around. She needed to think you were gone. Now she’s really told us everything.”
“She didn’t have much of a choice,” Tamani said, his voice flat. “Not with the way you were interrogating her.” He paused for a few seconds. “You were pretty hard on her, Shar.”
“You’ve seen me be hard on someone, Tam. That wasn’t hard.”
“Yeah, but—”
“She needed to hear it, Tamani,” Shar said sharply. “She may be your duty, but the gate is mine. She needs to know how serious this is.”
Tamani tightened his jaw but didn’t argue.
“I’m sorry I made her cry,” Shar said grudgingly.
“So are we agreed on what needs to be done next?”
Shar nodded.
Tamani smiled.
“It’ll take months, Tamani. This is a huge endeavor you’re undertaking.”
“I know.”
“And she did come here to say good-bye.”
“I know,” he said, his voice soft. He turned now, to look at Shar. “But you’ll watch her? You’ll make sure she’s safe?”
“I promise.” He paused. “I’ll assign more sentries to her house. If Barnes could get the whole crew away from her house last night, then there weren’t enough. I’ll make sure there’s enough next time.”
“Will there be a next time?”
Shar nodded. “I’m sure of it. Barnes was a twig, maybe a branch, but weeds like this grow from the roots. I’m not too proud to admit that I’m afraid of what we’re not seeing.” He glanced at Tamani. “If I weren’t so sure, I wouldn’t let you do this at all.”
They gazed up the path, toward the empty cabin with its overgrown yard and aging exterior.
“You ready for this?” Shar asked.
“Yeah,” Tamani said, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh, yeah.”
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