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Mistral's Kiss (Merry Gentry #5) Page 37
Author: Laurell K. Hamilton

"You can truly catch all that?" Sholto asked.

"I've had the flu, and my father made sure I had all my childhood immunizations - he wasn't sure how much I could withstand or heal."

Sholto gazed at me, studying my face. "You are fragile."

I nodded. "Yes, I am, by the standards of faerie." I looked up at Doyle. "You know, there are times when I'm not sure I want to be in charge here."

"Do you mean that?"

"If there was a better alternative than my cousin, yes, I mean it. I'm tired, Doyle, tired. As much as I wanted to come back home to faerie, I'm beginning to miss L.A. almost as much. To put some distance between me and all this killing."

"I told you once, Meredith, that if I could bear to give the court to Cel, I would leave with you."

"Darkness," Mistral said, "you cannot mean that."

"You have not been outside faerie except for small trips. You have not seen that there are wonders outside our hills." He touched my face. "There are some wonders that will not fade when we leave here."

He had told me that he would give up everything and follow me into exile. Frost and he, both. When they first thought that the queen's ring, a relic of power, had chosen Mistral as my king Doyle had broken down and said he could not bear it, to watch me with another. He had pulled himself together and remembered his duty, as I'd remembered mine. Would-be queens and kings did not run away and hide, and give their countries over to insane tyrants like my cousin Cel. He was crazier than his mother, Andais.

I stared up into Doyle's face and I wanted him. Wanted to run away with him. Frost came up beside us. I gazed at my two men. I wanted to wrap them around me like a blanket. I did not want to climb down into that stinking hole and wade through razor-sharp bones and dirty water to kill someone I hadn't meant to even hurt.

"I don't want this kill."

"It must be your choice," Doyle said softly.

Rhys joined us. "If we're talking about running away to L.A. permanently, can I come, too?"

I smiled at him, touched his face. "Yes, you come, too."

"Good, because once Cel's on the throne, the Unseelie Court won't be safe for anyone."

I closed my eyes, rested my forehead against Doyle's bare chest for a minute. I pressed my cheek against him, held him tight, so I could listen to the slow, steady beat of his heart.

Abeloec, who had been quiet, spoke next to my face: "You have drunk deep of the cup, of both cups, Meredith. Wherever you go, faerie will follow you."

I looked at him, trying to hear all the double meanings in what he'd said. "I don't want this kill."

"You must choose," Abeloec said.

I clung to Doyle for a moment more, then tore myself away. I forced myself to stand straight, shoulders back, though the shoulder Segna had torn ached and stung. If my body didn't heal itself, I'd need stitches. If we could ever get back to the Unseelie Court, there were healers who could fix me up. But it was as if something, or someone, didn't want me getting back there. I didn't think it was political enemies, either - I was beginning to feel the hand of deity pushing firmly in my back.

I'd wanted the Goddess and the God to move among us again - all of us had wanted that. But I was beginning to realize that when the gods move, you either get out of the way or get swept along for the ride. I wasn't sure getting out of the way was an option for me.

I caught the faintest scent of apple blossoms, a small...what? Warning, reassurance? The fact that I wasn't sure if it was a warning of danger or a spiritual embrace pretty much summed up my feelings about being the Goddess's instrument: Be careful what you wish for.

I looked at Sholto, with his wound seeping blood onto his bandages. He and I had both wanted to belong, truly belong, to the sidhe. To be honored and accepted among them. Look where it had gotten us.

I held my hand out to him, and he took it. He took it, and squeezed it tight. Even in all this horror and death, I felt in that one touch how much it meant to him to touch me at all. Somehow, the fact that he still wanted me so much made it all the worse.

"I tried to share life with you, Meredith, but I am King of the Sluagh, and death is all I have to offer."

I squeezed his hand. "We are both sidhe, Sholto, and that is a thing of life. We are Unseelie sidhe, and that is a thing of death, but Rhys reminded me what I'd forgotten."

"What had you forgotten?"

"That the deities among us who brought death also once brought life. We are not meant to be split apart like this. We are not light and dark, evil and good; we are both and neither. We have all forgotten what we are."

"What I am in this moment," said Sholto, "is a man who is about to slay a woman who was my lover, and my friend. I can think of nothing beyond this moment - as if when she dies at my hand, I will die with her."

I shook my head. "You won't die, but you may wish you could, for a moment."

"Only for a moment?" he asked.

"Life is a selfish thing," I said. "If you pass through the sorrow, outrun the horror, you will begin to want to live again. You will be glad you didn't die."

He swallowed hard enough for me to hear it. "I don't want to pass through this."

"I'll help you."

He almost smiled, and it was like a ghost flitting across his face. "I think you've helped enough." With that he let go of my hand and eased himself over the edge, using his good hand to keep himself from sliding through the bones.

I didn't look back at anyone. I just eased myself over the edge and followed. Looking back wouldn't make me feel better. Looking back would simply make me want to ask for help. Some things you have to do yourself. Sometimes what it means to lead is simply that you can't ask for help.

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