A Lick Of Frost   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

Did they know that we had been attacked? If they did know, would they see it as an insult if we didn't tell them? The goblins were our allies, but not our friends.

"If the goblins are your allies," Ash said, "then should you have secrets from them?"

They knew. I made my decision. "Is the rumor mill traveling so fast in faerie?"

"There are those among the goblins who watch the human news. They saw the Darkness in a wheelchair coming out of a human hospital. We did not see it, so gave it no credit, but now he is missing from your side. My brother and I ask again, where is your Darkness?"

"He is healing."

"But injured," Ash said. He seemed a little eager at the news.

I fought not to lick my lips or show some other nervous habit. I spoke smoothly. "He is injured, yes."

"It must be grave for him to leave your side," Ash said.

"Darkness in a wheelchair like an invalid," Holly said. "I never thought I would see such a shameful thing."

"There is no shame in taking care of an injury among the sidhe," I said.

"A goblin so badly injured would either take his own life or others would take it for him," Holly said.

"Then glad I am that I am not goblin," I said, "for I injure all too easily." I'd mentioned my frailty on purpose. I hoped to turn their attention from Doyle and toward the sex we might be having tonight. Ash and Holly had never been with a human. They had never been with anyone who could be injured so easily, and death, true death, by accident, with no cold metal involved, was a novelty. Yes, Ash hoped to be king. Ash and Holly both hoped that I could bring them into their sidhe-sided magic as I had others. But it wasn't hunger for power that filled Holly's face with eagerness. It was hunger of a very different kind.

Ash's face remained thoughtful, not caught up in his brother's lust. Holly would be the one who might lose control and hurt me by accident, but it was Ash who would hurt me on purpose. He was just a little less goblin in his thoughts and a little more sidhe. If I could awaken true magic in him, he would be truly dangerous. Kurag, Goblin King, would do well to watch him. The goblins do not inherit their throne. They take it by force of arms, and they keep it the same way. The King is dead, long live the king.

"I will not be distracted, Princess," Ash said. "Not even by your white flesh."

"Am I so poor a prize then?" I asked, and lowered my eyes. The goblins liked their partners either bold as brass or demure. I wasn't capable of their level of boldness, so demure it was.

Ash gave an abrupt laugh. "You know exactly what you represent to us, Princess.