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A Caress Of Twilight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"No, Bucca."
He held out that thin, thin arm. "No, Nicca, that is what happened to most of the others who were strong. We cannae die, but we cannae live, so we be betwixt and between."
"Not good enough for heaven," Doyle said, "nor bad enough for hell."
Bucca looked at him. "Yes."
"I always love getting insight into fey culture, but let's get back to the attacks," Lucy said. "Tell me about the attack on you, Mr. Bottom, or Mr. Bucca, or whatever."
He blinked up at her almost owlishly. "They attacked me at the first sign of weakness."
"Could you expand on that a little?" Lucy said. She had her notebook open, pen poised.
"You raised them," Rhys said. It was the first time he'd turned around, the first time he'd really looked at Bucca since we'd entered the room.
"Aye," Bucca said.
"Why?" I asked.
"It was part of the price I had to pay to rejoin the faerie courts."
That stopped us all. For a second, it seemed to make sense. Andais had done it, or had it done. That was why no one could track it back to her. It explained why none of her people had known about it. She hadn't used any of her people.
"Pay to whom?" Doyle asked.
I looked at him, almost saying aloud, we all know.
Then Bucca spoke. "Taranis, o' course."
Chapter 40
We all turned to the bed like a slow-motion scene from a movie.
"Did you say Taranis?" I asked.
"Are ya deaf, girl?"
"No," I said, "just surprised."
Bucca frowned up at me. "Why?"
I blinked down at him, thought about it. "I didn't think Taranis was this crazy."
"Then ya ha' not been payin' attention."
"She hasn't seen Taranis since she was a child, Bucca," Doyle said.
"I apologize then." He looked at me critically. "She looks like Seelie sidhe."
I wasn't sure what to do with the compliment. I wasn't even sure if, under the circumstances, it was a compliment.
Lucy walked around to the far side of the bed. "Are you saying the King of the Seelie Court had you raise these hungry ghosts?"
"Aye."
"Why?" she asked. We seemed to all be asking that question a lot today.
"He wanted them to kill Maeve Reed."
Lucy just stared at him. "Okay, I'm lost. Why should the king want the golden goddess of Hollywood dead?"
"I don't know why," Bucca said, "and I didna care. Taranis promised to give me enough power to "recover some of what I'd lost. I was finally willing to join the Seelie Court.
"No, Bucca."
He held out that thin, thin arm. "No, Nicca, that is what happened to most of the others who were strong. We cannae die, but we cannae live, so we be betwixt and between."
"Not good enough for heaven," Doyle said, "nor bad enough for hell."
Bucca looked at him. "Yes."
"I always love getting insight into fey culture, but let's get back to the attacks," Lucy said. "Tell me about the attack on you, Mr. Bottom, or Mr. Bucca, or whatever."
He blinked up at her almost owlishly. "They attacked me at the first sign of weakness."
"Could you expand on that a little?" Lucy said. She had her notebook open, pen poised.
"You raised them," Rhys said. It was the first time he'd turned around, the first time he'd really looked at Bucca since we'd entered the room.
"Aye," Bucca said.
"Why?" I asked.
"It was part of the price I had to pay to rejoin the faerie courts."
That stopped us all. For a second, it seemed to make sense. Andais had done it, or had it done. That was why no one could track it back to her. It explained why none of her people had known about it. She hadn't used any of her people.
"Pay to whom?" Doyle asked.
I looked at him, almost saying aloud, we all know.
Then Bucca spoke. "Taranis, o' course."
Chapter 40
We all turned to the bed like a slow-motion scene from a movie.
"Did you say Taranis?" I asked.
"Are ya deaf, girl?"
"No," I said, "just surprised."
Bucca frowned up at me. "Why?"
I blinked down at him, thought about it. "I didn't think Taranis was this crazy."
"Then ya ha' not been payin' attention."
"She hasn't seen Taranis since she was a child, Bucca," Doyle said.
"I apologize then." He looked at me critically. "She looks like Seelie sidhe."
I wasn't sure what to do with the compliment. I wasn't even sure if, under the circumstances, it was a compliment.
Lucy walked around to the far side of the bed. "Are you saying the King of the Seelie Court had you raise these hungry ghosts?"
"Aye."
"Why?" she asked. We seemed to all be asking that question a lot today.
"He wanted them to kill Maeve Reed."
Lucy just stared at him. "Okay, I'm lost. Why should the king want the golden goddess of Hollywood dead?"
"I don't know why," Bucca said, "and I didna care. Taranis promised to give me enough power to "recover some of what I'd lost. I was finally willing to join the Seelie Court.