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A Shiver of Light (Merry Gentry #9) Page 72
Author: Laurell K. Hamilton

“Your good-for-nothing brother told me the message you left. I left him in charge of the store and told him if anyone stole anything I’d see him in jail. Josh always was useless.”

Brennan just stared at her, too surprised to speak, I think. He glanced back at us, but she either hadn’t seen us or couldn’t see us.

“Jen …” he started.

“Don’t you Jen me, Brian Fitzgerald Brennan. You are not going to kill yourself; you are not going to leave me just because you’re losing the family farm. It’s just land, just a house.” She grabbed his arms and shook him. “I’m here, I’m real, and I love you. Don’t leave me to marry Tommy.”

He was holding her arms, to keep her from shaking him more. “I thought you loved Tommy.”

“No, he’s nice enough, but he’s so boring. I hate to be bored, you know that.”

He laughed. “I remember.”

“You never bore me, Brian, never. You’re the only man who never bored me, even when we were kids.”

“I love you, Jen. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry you love me, or sorry you almost did something stupid and ruined it all?” She motioned at the gun.

“That last part, because Jennifer Alice Wells”—he dropped to one knee—“if you’ll have me, I will do my best to never be boring for the rest of our long and interesting lives.”

She started to cry, and so did I.

“I will, I do, you stupid man, yes, I will.”

Brennan picked her up around the waist and lifted her off her feet. The gray cat, Cleo, sat on the floor and purred. He put Jen down and said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, laughing and crying.

“She can’t see us,” Sholto said, softly.

I shook my head. I thought we’d have to walk out of the house to break the dream, but the room started to fade. The last thing we saw was the two of them kissing. Sholto and I woke na**d on the edge of the Western Sea in a bed covered in white rose petals, and sprigs of thyme and rosemary, all covered in the delicate blossoms that still decorated his crown.

Sholto turned to me, smiling. Our hands were no longer bound, but the matching tattoos of the rose vines on our arms shone blue. He raised his arm up so he could watch it glimmer, and then laid his arm next to the glow of mine. “They pray to you for protection and fertility, but what am I?”

“Love, apparently,” I said.

“Love?” he said.

I nodded. “You were there, Sholto. She was his true love, and he hers, maybe marriage.”

“King of the Sluagh, King of Nightmares, the Queen’s Perverse Creature, Lord of Shadows, and behind my back, Shadowspawn, and now you’re telling me I’m a deity of love and marriage?”

“Yes,” I said.

He smiled, then grinned, and said, “Me, a god of love and marriage,” and he threw his head back and laughed until the sound of it danced around the room. Then distant from outside the house came the singing of a mockingbird. It was loud, clear, and sweet, falling from one song to another, and I remembered that it had been a mockingbird that welcomed us back to L. A. the night that Sholto had brought us all back to the edge of the sea. He laughed, the bird sang, and tiny multicolored flowers and white rose petals started falling from thin air.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

SHOLTO AND I got dressed, him back in his mix of modern and muse-umworthy fashion, the black making his skin whiter, and strangely bringing out more of the yellow in his mostly white-blond hair.

“I always like you in royal purple; it makes your hair even more scarlet, and only green makes your eyes more brilliant.” He touched my hair as he said it, gazing down at me as if to drink in the sight of me in one of his favorite colors.

I smiled up at him, putting my hand over his so I could rest my cheek in his open palm. He felt safe and warm, his hands large enough that he could cradle the entire side of my face.

“Why do you think I wore it today?”

His smile lit up his face, not with magic, but with happiness. “I have never had anyone pay as much attention to my preferences as you do, Meredith.”

He was over three hundred years old; the thought that I was the first person to ever pay the attention that all lovers deserve made me sad, but I didn’t say it out loud, because I didn’t want to take the happiness off that handsome face.

I let my smile quirk at the edges and put into my eyes the heat I felt for him.

“We just finished,” he said, laughing.

“I am never finished with the pleasure you can give me, Sholto.”

His face sobered, his gold-on-gold eyes gazing down at me with a tenderness that was almost frightening, because I only aimed such looks at other men. I loved Sholto, but I was not in love with him, though that might come. I’d learned that my heart was big enough for more than just one great love of my life; maybe it could hold more than two someday?

I let him see the hope on my face, not the worry, and he leaned down to lay another kiss on my lips. I melted into his arms, getting as close as our now-clothed bodies could manage. It felt almost odd to not feel his extras. I must have stiffened, because he pulled back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It feels different without your extra bits,” I said.

He looked down at me, and I could see him thinking. “Different good, or bad?”

I frowned. “Just different, but”—I hugged him tighter—“I do sort of miss them when they’re not touchable.”

He laughed and hugged me close, folding his upper body over me, so my head was pressed into his chest not in a romantic way, but almost in a childlike way. I could forget how much taller almost all of my lovers were, but every once in a while they would do something and I would be forcibly reminded that I was tiny. I didn’t feel that tiny, but it was as if Sholto could have folded himself around me twice. His hair fell around our bodies like a pale curtain.

I pushed at him enough to make him rise up so I could see his face. “What is so funny?”

“You’re not horrified by the tentacles; you miss them when they’re gone. Do you know what a wonder that is to me?”

I touched his face, still bent so close, and smiled. “I have some idea, yes.”

The laughter died around the edges and left his eyes haunted. “I would have given anything not to have them when I was younger. It wasn’t until the Seelie cut them off and I thought I would never have them again that I realized they were a part of me, as much as my arms and legs.”

I held his face between my hands, gazed into those golden eyes, and said, “I’m so sorry they hurt you, and so happy that the Goddess and Consort made you whole again.”

“That’s just it, Meredith; I didn’t realize until they were lost that I wasn’t whole without them.”

“Sometimes you have to lose a thing to value it,” I said, softly.

He nodded, but his face was serious now, the laughter gone as if it were a dream. He stood back up all straight and tall and every inch the sidhe warrior and king. He pulled his dignity around him like a familiar piece of clothing, or a well-used shield. I wrapped my arms around his waist, happy that I got to see inside that shield.

He smiled down at me and hugged me back but stayed standing this time, so it was just his arms across my back. “Well, I value you without having to lose you, my queen.”

I smiled, and said, “And I value you, my king, so much.”

“I had given up having a sidhe for my queen.”

“Would you have taken someone from among your sluagh?”

“I would have had no choice, would I?”

I thought about it. “Humans can be driven mad seeing some of your people, and goblins are, well, goblins. I cannot imagine you happy with one of their women, though Kitto is very dear to me, and if you could have found a female similar in nature to him she might have been quite lovely, and there might be lesser fey who would have been willing.”

“I mention it in passing, and you think seriously about it.”

“I’m sure you thought seriously about it,” I said.

“Not as hard as you might think, my queen. Remember, my throne is the only one in faerie that is not normally an inherited one.”

“The goblin throne isn’t inherited either,” I said.

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