“We’d be glad to help.”
Right on track, Saílle fell in line.She wasn’t about to be bested by Névé.I had them on speaker and now, grinned at Herne.I enjoyed seeing them squirm a little.He suppressed a chuckle.
“I’m grateful to hear that, Saílle.So, we have a question.Have you heard of Whispering Lights?And if so, are they part of either the Dark or Light Courts?”I kept my voice light but professional.
There was another beat.I figured they were thinking.After a moment, Névé answered.
“I don’t recall them being part of any Court.Yes, I have heard of them, but they’re seldom ever mentioned.Or seen, for that matter.”
Saílle answered next.“No, they’re not Dark Fae either.They are sub-Fae, and while a number of sub-Fae belong to the Courts, these…do not.Maybe they belong to the Crystal Fae we’re hearing so much about as of late.”
It was a subtle dig, but not so apparent I could actually call her on it.“Thank you.That’s all we needed?—”
“What’s going on?”Saílle asked, interrupting.
“Nothing you need concern yourselves about,” I said, hanging up before either one could ask anymore questions.
“They’re going to be hopping mad,” Herne said.
“Do I look like I care?”I asked, still grinning.“That felt good, if I’m honest.”
“I’ll bet it did,” Viktor said.“I don’t like it when we have to deal with them.”
“That’s why my mother and father founded the Wild Hunt,” Herne said.“And it looks like we’re swinging back towards the original purpose.I guess everything is cyclic.”He paused, then said, “I’ll call Morgana and ask her to come in tomorrow.We can ask her opinion on what to do about the Whispering Lights and the gyanatar.Meanwhile, let’s break for the evening.Everybody get some sleep.We may have to go after them tomorrow.”
We paused as my phone rang.It was Raven.
“Hey, I thought I’d give you an update on Wager.He’s holding his own.The doctors say that they’re hopeful he won’t have any infection, but it’s too early to tell.He wasthatclose to rupturing his appendix.I’m going to stay here until ten, and then Kipa will come change places with me and stay the night.They’ve given us a recliner in his room that we can sleep in.”
“Thank you,” I said.“Please, call if there’s any change.Has he woken up yet?”
“Yes, but he’s still out of it.I told him I was here, though.It seemed to comfort him.”She signed off, and I told the others what she had said.
“I’m glad that he’s okay, but damn, that was close,” Viktor said.
“I guess it underscores the need to have things checked out,” Herne said.“All right, let’s go.”
I turned off the lights as we headed out the door, still grinning.
I loved it when I could dish it right back to Saílle and Névé.In fact, it had almost become a personal goal of mine, to force them to acknowledge my new status, when in the beginning they had only wanted to see me dead.
CHAPTERSEVEN
By the timewe reached home, the triplets were almost ready for bed.Evershine brought them out to the living room, and I sat Ionie on my lap.Herne was holding Nightshade and Mara.
“Well, how was your day?”I looked down at Ionie.They were talking by now, though much of it seemed to be to each other and in a language neither Herne nor I could understand.Twins often developed their own private language, and so had our triplets.
“Mama,” Ionie said, her eyes pale gray, sparkling with lavender flashes of light.They were ringed with black, giving her a frosty look.She had hair the color of raven wings, and a feral look to her eyes that whispered of magic and the moon.
“What did you do today?”I asked.
“I talked to the moon,” she said, a faraway note in her voice.
“You did?And did the moon answer back?”
“She did,” Ionie said.
Over on the sofa, Herne was encouraging Nightshade and Mara to tell us about their day.
