"A powerful sidhe prince who has the ear of the queen, his mother," Doyle said, and the tone in his voice was a warning to match the words.
"He has only one hand of power, and his other abilities are not that great."
"He is the Prince of Old Blood, and I for one would not want him using that ability on me on the dueling ground. He could bring every bleeding wound I have had in over a thousand years of battles on me at once."
"I didn't say it wasn't a frightening ability, Doyle. But there are others with more powerful magic, sidhe that can bring true death with a touch. I've seen your flame eat over a sidhe, seen it eat them alive."
"And you killed the last two sidhe that challenged you to a duel, Princess Meredith."
"I cheated," I said.
"No, you did not. You merely used tactics that they were not prepared for. It is the mark of a good soldier to use the weapons available to him or her."
We looked at each other. "Does anyone but the queen know that I have the hand of flesh now?"
"Sholto knows, and his sluagh. It will not be a secret by the time we land."
"It may frighten any would-be challengers," I said.
"To be trapped forever as a shapeless ball of flesh, never to die, never to age, merely to continue; oh, yes, Princess, I think they will be afraid. After Griffin... left you, many became your enemy, because they thought you powerless. They will all be remembering the insults they heaped upon you. They'll be wondering if you have come back holding a grudge."
"I'm invoking virgin rights-that means that I have a clean slate, and so do they. If I acknowledge an old vendetta, then I lose my status as a virgin, and I'll be sucked right back into the middle of all this crap." I shook my head. "No, I'll leave them alone if they leave me alone."
"You are wise beyond your years, Princess."
"I'm thirty-three, Doyle, that's not a child by human years."
He laughed, a small dark chuckle that made me think of what he'd looked like last night with half his clothes gone. I tried to keep the thought out of my face, and I must have succeeded, because his own expression didn't change. "I remember when Rome was merely a wide spot in the road, Princess. Thirty-three years is a child to me."
I let what I was thinking into my eyes. "I don't remember you treating me like a child last night."
He looked away, not meeting my eyes. "That was a mistake."
"If you say so." I looked out the window, watching the clouds. Doyle was determined to pretend that last night never happened. I was tired of trying to talk about it, when he so obviously didn't want to discuss it.
The flight attendant came back. This time she knelt, skirt tight across her thighs. She smiled up at Doyle, magazines spread in a fan across one arm. "Would you like something to read?" She laid her free hand on his leg, slid her hand along the inside of his thigh.
Her hand was an inch from his groin when Doyle grabbed her wrist and moved her hand. "Madam, please."
She knelt closer to him, one hand on either of his knees, the magazines partially hiding what she was doing. She leaned in so that her br**sts pressed against his legs. "Please," she whispered. "Please, it's been so long since I was with one of you."
That got my attention. "How long has it been?" I asked.
She blinked as if she couldn't quite concentrate on me with Doyle sitting so close. "Six weeks."
"Who was it?"
She shook her head. "I can keep a secret, just don't deny me." She looked up at Doyle. "Please, please."
She was elf-struck. If a sidhe has sex with a human and doesn't try to tone down the magic, they can turn the human into a sort of addict. Humans that are elf-struck can actually wither and die from want of the touch of sidhe flesh.
I leaned close to Doyle's ear, close enough that my lips brushed the edges of his earrings. I had a horrible urge to lick one of the earrings, but I didn't. It was just one of those wicked urges you get occasionally. I whispered, "Take her name and phone number. We'll need to report her to the Bureau of Human and Fey Affairs." Doyle did what I asked.
The flight attendant had tears of gratitude shining in her eyes when Doyle took her name, number, and address. She actually kissed his hand and might have done more if the male flight attendant hadn't ushered her away.
"It's illegal to have sex with humans without protecting their minds," I said.
"Yes, it is," Doyle said.
"It would be interesting to know who her sidhe lover was."
"Lovers, I think," Doyle said.
"I wonder if she always flies the L. A. to St. Louis run?"
Doyle looked at me. "She might know who'd been flying back and forth to Los Angeles often enough to set up the cult that's worshiping them."
"One man doesn't constitute a cult," I said.
"You told me the woman mentioned a handful of others, some of them with ear implants, or perhaps even sidhe themselves."
"That's still not a cult-it's a wizard with followers, a sidhe-worshiping coven at best."
"Or a cult at worst. We have no idea how many people were involved, Princess, and the man who could have answered the question is dead."
"Funny how the police didn't mind me leaving the state with a murder investigation hanging over my head."
"I would not at all be surprised if your aunt, our queen, made some phone calls. She can be quite charming when she wants to be."
"And when that fails, she's scary as hell," I said.
He nodded. "That, too."