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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I whispered, “Galen.”
Aisling’s arms loosened around me, but I grabbed for him, because I was suddenly dizzy.
“Now I tell you that this must wait, or you will lose again.”
“Doyle.”
“Darkness cannot be lost for it is always with us, but there are other more fragile powers. Hurry.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Who are you talking to?” Aisling asked.
“Hurry,” the voice in my head said, and with a last whiff of roses she was gone again.
“Where?” I asked.
It wasn’t words. It was more like the feeling that had come over me when I told Frost that Galen could not search alone for Doyle. But this wasn’t panic, it was just a knowing. I simply knew where I needed to go. No doubts, no logic, just knowledge.
“Who are you talking to?” Aisling said again, his voice shaky, almost afraid.
“I am not afraid to touch you,” I said, “but there is no time. We must get to the throne room, now.”
“Why?” Galen stood with an arm still around Dr. Polaski, casually, the way he would have touched another sidhe. She was looking at me as if she’d never seen me before.
“Why did everything smell like flowers?” she asked.
I shook my head, and yelled for Rhys as I started down the hallway. He came to the head of the hallway, leaving behind the scientists, police, and bodies.
“Peasblossom’s print is where it shouldn’t be, but it may be a sidhe using magic to implicate her. Put her gently in a cage until we can figure it out.”
“But…”
“No arguments. Just do it, Rhys.”
His face did a rare show of arrogance, going cold. “As the princess orders.”
“I don’t have time for ego-stroking, Rhys.” I started to run. I couldn’t explain why, but I ran down the hallway with its patches of glittering marble like some brilliant jewel peeking out of the grey matrix of the stone.
Frost and Galen ran on either side. Mistral came behind, and the others trailed after. We were down to less than ten guards, but it wouldn’t be a matter of numbers. Something bad was happening, and we could prevent it just by arriving in time. I thought about the mirror that had appeared in my room, simply because I wished to see myself in the fur cloak. As I broke into a full-out run, I whispered under my breath, “We need to get to the throne now!”
Nothing happened for a handful of heartbeats, then the stones shifted beneath my feet. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t pause. I didn’t stumble.
I whispered, “Galen.”
Aisling’s arms loosened around me, but I grabbed for him, because I was suddenly dizzy.
“Now I tell you that this must wait, or you will lose again.”
“Doyle.”
“Darkness cannot be lost for it is always with us, but there are other more fragile powers. Hurry.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Who are you talking to?” Aisling asked.
“Hurry,” the voice in my head said, and with a last whiff of roses she was gone again.
“Where?” I asked.
It wasn’t words. It was more like the feeling that had come over me when I told Frost that Galen could not search alone for Doyle. But this wasn’t panic, it was just a knowing. I simply knew where I needed to go. No doubts, no logic, just knowledge.
“Who are you talking to?” Aisling said again, his voice shaky, almost afraid.
“I am not afraid to touch you,” I said, “but there is no time. We must get to the throne room, now.”
“Why?” Galen stood with an arm still around Dr. Polaski, casually, the way he would have touched another sidhe. She was looking at me as if she’d never seen me before.
“Why did everything smell like flowers?” she asked.
I shook my head, and yelled for Rhys as I started down the hallway. He came to the head of the hallway, leaving behind the scientists, police, and bodies.
“Peasblossom’s print is where it shouldn’t be, but it may be a sidhe using magic to implicate her. Put her gently in a cage until we can figure it out.”
“But…”
“No arguments. Just do it, Rhys.”
His face did a rare show of arrogance, going cold. “As the princess orders.”
“I don’t have time for ego-stroking, Rhys.” I started to run. I couldn’t explain why, but I ran down the hallway with its patches of glittering marble like some brilliant jewel peeking out of the grey matrix of the stone.
Frost and Galen ran on either side. Mistral came behind, and the others trailed after. We were down to less than ten guards, but it wouldn’t be a matter of numbers. Something bad was happening, and we could prevent it just by arriving in time. I thought about the mirror that had appeared in my room, simply because I wished to see myself in the fur cloak. As I broke into a full-out run, I whispered under my breath, “We need to get to the throne now!”
Nothing happened for a handful of heartbeats, then the stones shifted beneath my feet. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t pause. I didn’t stumble.