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He almost smiled, almost. “We may have had that in common, but as I told you in Los Angeles, no man had ever complained about your body; only envious women.”
I smiled at him. “About my breasts, you were right.” That earned me a smile in return, which, given that awful wound, made me breathe more easily. “But I am too short, too human looking for most of the sidhe, male or female, to let me forget it.”
“I told you then: They were fools,” Sholto said. He took my hand in his and raised it up for a kiss, but when he tried to bend over me, the pain stopped him in midmotion.
I pressed his hand to my cheek. “Sholto, oh, Sholto.”
“I had hoped to hear tenderness in your voice, but not for this reason. Don’t pity me, Meredith, I could not bear it.”
I didn’t know how to respond. I just held his hand against my face, and tried to think of anything I could say that wouldn’t make him feel worse. How could I not feel pity?
“When did this happen, King Sholto?” Doyle asked.
Sholto looked past me to the other man. “Two days ago, just before your second press conference.”
“The one during which two murders were committed,” Rhys said.
Sholto looked at him. “You caught your murderer, though the human police don’t know it yet. I hear you’re trying to let him heal from the torture before showing him to the human police.”
“Our queen made a mess of him,” Rhys said.
“He is guilty?” Sholto made it a question.
“We believe so,” Doyle said.
“But you are not certain?”
“What was done to your stomach, Queen Andais did to every inch of Lord Gwennin.”
Sholto winced, and nodded. “One would do much to stop such pain.”
“Even confess to something you did not do,” Doyle said.
I looked at Doyle then. “Do you think Gwennin is innocent?”
“No. Nor do I believe he acted completely alone. Andais was using his own intestines as a leash on him, Meredith. He would have been a fool not to confess.”
Sholto pressed my hand to his face. Segna tried to interfere but Agnes stopped her, and the other two guards moved between Sholto and the hags. I caught a glimpse of one of the guard’s faces. Oblong eyes full of nothing but color, thin lipless mouth, and a face that was a strange mix of humanoid and nightflyer. They were like Sholto, but no one would have ever have mistaken them for sidhe. The eyes, though — the eyes were goblin eyes.
He almost smiled, almost. “We may have had that in common, but as I told you in Los Angeles, no man had ever complained about your body; only envious women.”
I smiled at him. “About my breasts, you were right.” That earned me a smile in return, which, given that awful wound, made me breathe more easily. “But I am too short, too human looking for most of the sidhe, male or female, to let me forget it.”
“I told you then: They were fools,” Sholto said. He took my hand in his and raised it up for a kiss, but when he tried to bend over me, the pain stopped him in midmotion.
I pressed his hand to my cheek. “Sholto, oh, Sholto.”
“I had hoped to hear tenderness in your voice, but not for this reason. Don’t pity me, Meredith, I could not bear it.”
I didn’t know how to respond. I just held his hand against my face, and tried to think of anything I could say that wouldn’t make him feel worse. How could I not feel pity?
“When did this happen, King Sholto?” Doyle asked.
Sholto looked past me to the other man. “Two days ago, just before your second press conference.”
“The one during which two murders were committed,” Rhys said.
Sholto looked at him. “You caught your murderer, though the human police don’t know it yet. I hear you’re trying to let him heal from the torture before showing him to the human police.”
“Our queen made a mess of him,” Rhys said.
“He is guilty?” Sholto made it a question.
“We believe so,” Doyle said.
“But you are not certain?”
“What was done to your stomach, Queen Andais did to every inch of Lord Gwennin.”
Sholto winced, and nodded. “One would do much to stop such pain.”
“Even confess to something you did not do,” Doyle said.
I looked at Doyle then. “Do you think Gwennin is innocent?”
“No. Nor do I believe he acted completely alone. Andais was using his own intestines as a leash on him, Meredith. He would have been a fool not to confess.”
Sholto pressed my hand to his face. Segna tried to interfere but Agnes stopped her, and the other two guards moved between Sholto and the hags. I caught a glimpse of one of the guard’s faces. Oblong eyes full of nothing but color, thin lipless mouth, and a face that was a strange mix of humanoid and nightflyer. They were like Sholto, but no one would have ever have mistaken them for sidhe. The eyes, though — the eyes were goblin eyes.