A Caress Of Twilight   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

Rhys shrugged, grinned, and said, "What'd your daddy do?"

The smile faded, then grew, on Galen's face. "My uncles tell me that my father seduced one of the king's mistresses." His smile faded. Galen had never met his father, because Andais had had him executed for the audacity of seducing one of her ladies-in-waiting. She never would have done it if she'd known there was going to be a child. In fact, the pixie would have been elevated to noble rank and there would have been a marriage. It had happened with stranger mixes. But Andais's temper made her a little too quick on the death sentence, and thus Galen never met his father.

If any humans had been in the room, they would have apologized for bringing up such a painful subject, but there weren't any and we didn't bother. If Galen was in pain, he'd have said something, and we'd have taken care of it. He didn't ask and we didn't pry.

"Treat Niceven as a queen, an equal. It will please her and catch her off guard," Doyle said.

"She is a demi-fey. She can never be the equal of a sidhe princess." This from Frost, who sat on the other side of Galen's empty chair. His handsome face was as severe and haughty as I'd ever seen it.

"My great-grandmother was a brownie, Frost," I said. My voice was soft, so he wouldn't think I was chiding him. He didn't take well to that. Frost seemed impervious to so much, but I'd learned that he was really one of the most easily wounded of the guards.

"A brownie is a useful member of faerie. They have a long and respected history. The demi-fey are parasites. I agree with Galen: they are animals."

I wondered what else Frost would say that about. What other members of faerie would he dismiss out of hand?

"Nothing is redundant in faerie," Doyle said. "Everything has its purpose and its place."

"And what purpose do the demi-fey serve?" Frost asked.

"I believe that they are the essence of faerie. If they were to leave, the Unseelie Court would begin to fade even faster than it already is."

I nodded, getting up to put my own bowl in the sink. "My father believed it was so, and I haven't found much that my father believed turn out to be false."

"Essus was a very wise man," Doyle said.

"Yes," I said, "he was."

Galen took the bowl from my hands. "I'll clean up."

"You made dinner. You shouldn't have to clean up, too."

"I'm not much good for anything else right now." He smiled when he said it, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

I let him take the bowl so I could touch his face.