Sunny's eyes closed, and her body was once more just a body. Anna reached over her and took the dagger, part of her waiting for Sunny to grab her wrist. But nothing happened until she touched the dagger.
Then, magic curled up her hand, first warming her skin where it touched the dagger, then cooling it. A gift of Finding, the Gray Lords had said, and a reward of true love.
"Where is Dana Shea?" she said. And she knew.
Chapter THIRTEEN
SHE took the stairs in two jumps and ran out the door, brushing past Tom and ignoring Angus's shout. She ran past the parked cars and out into the street, turning down toward the water. Of course Dana would be headed toward the water.
"Where are you going?" Tom asked, running beside her.
"Carnwennen the means," Anna told him, showing him the dagger.
He stumbled once, but caught up to her. "Fae shit," he said.
"The Gray Lords," Anna agreed. "Carnwennen the means. Justice the cause. True love the reward. Their geas the cost."
"Zapped," he said, pulling out his cell phone. "Yeah, Angus. The fae got to her. Best I can figure it, they're sending Anna out after Dana-can't think they'd be concerned with the vampire who escaped, and he's the only other player in this. She's speaking goobledygook, but it sounds to me like maybe they've promised her it'll save Charles."
"Stay with her. Help her if you can." Angus sounded frustrated. "He's going to kill me if something happens to her."
"Charles?" Anna asked through the haze that kept her running away from him.
"Yes, him too-though I was talking about Bran."
She made an impatient sound.
"Charles is still with us," Angus said. "Moira says if Dana did this, that probably it'll stop with her death. But fae are hard to kill."
"Oh, I think that the dagger they gave Anna will kill a fae all right," Tom said. "Stinks to high heaven of magic. And it has a name. Fae things that have a name will usually kill just about anything. Do you know of a dagger called-Carnwellen?"
Angus repeated the question for the only one at Arthur's house who couldn't just listen in to the whole conversation. "Moira, do you know of a dagger called Carnwellen?"
"Carnwennen?" Moira squeaked.
"Probably. Tom said the other."
"Carnwennen was King Arthur's dagger. Little White Hilt, it means. Arthur used it to hunt the Very Black Witch."
"It has a white hilt," observed Tom. "Doesn't look all that little to me. 'Bout as long as her forearm, almost enough to be a short sword instead of a dagger."
"It couldn't have been too little," said Moira, when Tom's reply had been repeated for her. "He supposedly cut the witch in half with it."
Anna saw Tom look at the dagger again.
"Yes," he said. "I think it might be good for something like that."
"Keep safe," Angus told him.
"Remember," Moira said, urgently. "Never trust the fae."
Anna frowned, "The troll told us that."
"Told you what?" Tom asked.
But Anna was more concerned with finding Dana than in repeating herself. A paved trail broke off from the road, and Tom caught her arm, pulling her to a stop. "Anna, are we going to Dana's boat?"
"I don't know," she told him-and pointed her finger. "That way."
"We could have taken a car, you know?" he said, folding his cell phone closed with one hand and stuffing it into a pocket.
He was wrong. "No, no car."
His eyebrows lowered. "Of course not. Fairy magic, eh? Cold iron." He took a good look at her wrist manacles. "I would have thought those would keep you safe."
"I have to go," she told him intensely. "Now."
"This is the Burke-Gilman Trail," he told her. "If you are headed to Dana's boat, this trail goes right by her dock. It's a more direct route than running down the road-and we're much less likely to attract interest with that thing. Not many people out on a jogging path in the middle of winter at this hour of the morning."
Then he let her go. Let her decide.
She ran down the trail, stretching her legs and letting the hunt take her. Wild Hunt. It was early morning, but the darkness still kept watch over them, darkness and the faintest sliver of the moon. It was almost the time of the dark of the moon, she thought, but there was still light to hunt by tonight.
THEY were nearly to the docks when the geas faded. She could see Dana's houseboat-but was able to force her legs to walk. Once she had slowed, it wasn't such a hard thing to stop altogether. The manacles were doing the trick, she thought, because it seemed like her hands and feet returned to her control before any other part of her body.
"Tom?" Anna asked, panting.
"All praise to the Virgin Mother," he said. "You're back with me."
"Magic," she said.
"Right. What happened to you?"
She told him, speaking faster as her tongue started working right again.
"Dead bodies talking, eh?" he said. "Nasty." Then he called Moira and Anna told the story to the witch-and presumably all the werewolves gathered around the phone.
"She who takes the dead..." Moira sounded exhausted. "That would probably be one of the Morrigan. Babd or maybe Nemain, probably not Macha. Sorry, you don't need that. My concentration's shot. They want you to kill Dana. Why?"
"She broke her word," Angus said. "Now she's got to be an example. I don't like them using Anna to do it."
"Wild Hunt," Anna said. "They called the Wild Hunt, I think that's what they said. Some of it was a little difficult to interpret. It sounded like the hunt was just to be me."