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Author: Laurell K. Hamilton

Sholto was covered in the nightmares he had called. Tentacles writhed; bits and pieces that I had no word for flowed and struck. There were teeth everywhere, as if wind could be made solid and given fangs to tear and destroy. Sholto's uncles attacked the creatures with blade and muscle, but they were losing. Losing, but fighting hard enough that they had given us time to make our sanctuary.

Frost moved to stand so that his broad chest blocked my view. "It is not good to gaze too long upon them." There was a bloody furrow down one side of his face, as if Agnes had tried to claw his eyes out. I made as if to touch the wound, and he pulled away, catching my hand in his. "I will heal."

He didn't want me to fuss over him in front of Mistral. If it had just been Doyle and Rhys, he might have allowed it. But he would not have Mistral see him weak. I wasn't sure how he felt about Abe, but I knew he viewed Mistral as a threat. Men don't like to look weak in front of their rivals. Whatever I thought of Mistral, that was how Frost and Doyle saw him.

I took Frost's hand and tried not to act concerned about his wounds. "He called the hunt. Why are they attacking him?" I asked.

"I warned him that he looked too sidhe," Rhys said. "I wasn't saying that just to stop him from doing something dangerous to us."

Something warm dripped over my hand. I looked down to find Frost's blood painting my skin. I fought the spurt of panic and asked calmly, "How badly are you hurt?" The blood was coming steadily - not good.

"I will heal," Frost said, voice tight.

The trees closed overhead with a sound like the ocean waves rushing along a shore. Leaves tore and rained down on us as the branches wove a shield of leaves, thorns, and bright red berries above. The shadow it cast made Frost's skin look grey for a moment, and it frightened me.

"You heal gunshot wounds if the bullet goes through and through. You heal nonmagical blades. But Black Agnes was a night-hag and once a goddess. Is your wound of blade, or claw?"

Frost tried to take his hand back, but I wouldn't let him. Unless he wanted to be appear undignified, he couldn't break free. Our hands were covered in his blood, sticky and warm.

Doyle was at Frost's side. "How badly are you hurt?"

"We do not have time to tend my wounds," Frost said. He wouldn't look at Doyle, or any of us. He arranged his face in that arrogant mask, the one that made him impossibly handsome, and as cold as his namesake. But the terrible wounds on the right side of that face ruined the mask. It was like a chink in armor; he could not hide behind it.

"Nor do we have time to lose my strong right arm," Doyle said, "not if there is time to save it."

Frost looked at him, surprise showing through the mask. I wondered if Doyle had never, in all these long years, called Frost the strong right arm of the Darkness. The look on his face suggested so. And maybe it was as close as Doyle would come to apologizing for abandoning him to the fight with Agnes in order to save me. Had Frost thought Doyle left him behind on purpose?

A world of emotion seemed to pass between the two men. If they'd been human men, they might have exchanged some profanity or sports metaphor, which is what seems to pass for terms of deepest affection between friends. But they were who they were, and Doyle said, simply, "Remove enough weapons so we can see the wound." He smiled when he said it, because of all the guards Frost would be the one carrying the most weapons, with Mistral a distant second.

"Whatever you're going to do, do it fast," Rhys said.

We all looked at him, and then beyond him. The air boiled black, grey, white, and horrible. The hunt was coming toward us like a ribbon of nightmares. It took my eyes a moment to find Sholto on the island. He was a small, pale figure running - running full out - with that sidhe swiftness. But fast as he was, he wouldn't be fast enough - what chased him moved with the swiftness of birds, of wind, of water. It was like trying to outrun the wind; you just couldn't do it.

Doyle turned back to Frost. "Take off your jacket. I'll make a compress. We're not going to have time for more."

I glanced back toward the island. Sholto's guards, his uncles, tried to buy him time. They offered themselves as a sacrifice to slow the hunt. It worked, for a while. Some of that fearful boil of shapes slowed and covered them. I think I heard one of them scream over the high bird-like chittering of the creatures. But most of the wild hunt stayed on target. That target was Sholto.

He crossed the bridge and kept running. "Goddess help us," Rhys said, "he's coming here."

"He finally understands what he's called into being," Mistral said. "He runs in terror now. He runs to the only sanctuary he can see."

"We stand in the middle of four-leaf clovers, rowan, ash, and thorn. The wild hunt cannot touch us here," I said, but my voice was soft, and didn't hold the certainty I wished it had.

Doyle had ripped Frost's shirt away and torn Frost's own jacket into pieces small enough to be used as compresses.

"How bad is it?" I asked.

Doyle shook his head, pressing the cloth in an area that seemed to run under Frost's arm and into his shoulder. "Get us out of here, Meredith. I will tend Frost. But only you can get us out."

"The wild hunt will pass us by," I said. "We stand in the middle of things that they cannot pass through."

"If we were not its prey, then I would agree," Doyle said. He was trying to get Frost to lie down on the clover, but the other man was arguing. Doyle pressed harder on the wound, which made Frost draw a sharp breath. He continued, "But Sholto told us to run, if we were sidhe. He has conjured it to hunt us."

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