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slacks outfit to meet Calondir in, left her fine wool dress coat in the wardrobe and threw
the more serviceable anorak she had worn on yesterday s car trip on top of her pack.
Eva crossed her arms and lounged against the doorway, watching Pia s final
preparations. You sick?
Nope.
Deranged?
She gritted her teeth. Just didn t sleep well. She had, in fact, lain in a furious,
hurting clench for hours after she had woken up. After a brief, horrible struggle with
herself, she did exactly what she told Dragos she would do, and she turned off her
iPhone. Then she glared at the damn thing for the rest of the night.
She wanted to turn it on. So. Badly.
But it would be truly awful to turn the phone on only to find out he never called or
texted. And it might actually be just as awful to turn it on and find out that he left a
terrible message of some sort, something cold or hateful about disobeying him.
And it would be especially awful if she turned on the phone to find out that Dragos
was remorseful and apologetic. In pain. If he did something horrendously unusual like
beg her not to go. Because then she was afraid she would totally cave in, and what s
more, she might gallop back to New York, and that wouldn t do anybody a lick of good,
not the Elves, not the Wyr demesne, not Dragos and especially not her, because this was
a line she had to draw that she could not back down from.
He simply had to acknowledge and treat her like his partner, and work with her to
figure out what that meant. He could not give lip service to the subject only to revert
whenever he lost his temper or he didn t like how things were going, and sure, he was a
dragon and a man, and that meant he had all kinds of communication issues, but this one
time, he had to be the one who gave in.
So, Eva said. There s no reason to call off this trip.
Pia froze as an especially, super-duper terrible idea added itself to the litany of
terrible possibilities. Why? she bit out. Did somebody ask you to try to stop it?
Eva stared at her like she might have lost her mind. The other woman might have a
point. Just thought I d double-check.
There are lots of reasons to call off this trip, she said. She stood and walked over to
Eva, and looked into the other woman s eyes. I just happen to think all the good reasons
to go outweigh the others. Got a problem with that?
Eva cocked her head. You got a touch of bitch-goddess sexy too, don t you, princess?
She twitched a shoulder. I guess I do.
One corner of Eva s mouth lifted an insolent notch. Your goddess ain t as sexy as
mine though.
Who cares? said Pia. Because you re my bitch now.
Surprise flared in Eva s gaze, then she burst out laughing. With that, they both went
down the stairs to load the SUVs, and the group drove out of Charleston.
The early morning was cool, damp and gray. Low-hanging clouds blanketed the sky,
dark and lowering. They might be in for a wet, uncomfortable day s ride. Pia flipped her
cell phone over and over in her hands, scowling at it for the duration of the trip. She only
looked up when they drove the final approach to Lirithriel House. As they pulled up to the
front doors, an Elven male stepped outside to direct them to follow the drive around to
the back of the property where they could leave their SUVs by the stables.
The drive took them around the edge of the garden, which was lush from every angle.
Between the magnolia trees, Pia caught a glimpse of a gap in a high green hedge,
bordered by two elegantly carved marble pillars. That looked like the opening to the
labyrinth.
The stables were already a hive of activity. A couple of the Elves smiled at the
newcomers. Several of them walked horses that were already saddled. Their horses were
gorgeous, thoroughbred-sleek with gleaming coats, long, slender legs and intelligent
eyes. Pia saw one horse mouthing affectionately at the hair of the Elf attending it, who
bore the attention with a tolerant smile. They clearly loved their horses, and their horses
loved them.
The animals were also quite large up close. While the rest of her group double-
checked their packs, Pia took a deep breath and turned to Hugh, who carried her pack
slung over one shoulder along with his. I suppose now s the time to mention that I don t
have a lot of horse-riding experience.
Not to worry, Hugh said. His smile transformed his rather plain, bony features. I ll
make sure they give you a suitable mount.
Thank you.
Pia fingered her phone again as Hugh left to talk with one of the attendants. Her
stomach was a tight knot of nerves. She ran her thumb over the power button, looking
down at the black screen. She would take just one quick peek. She never said she would
leave it off forever. And she ought to check on things anyway, since the phone probably
wouldn t work when they went into the Wood.
She couldn t go all day without some sort of contact, she just couldn t, not with how
they . . . she had left things. She thumbed the power button on at the same moment that
Beluviel walked out of the stables, caught sight of their group and walked toward her.
Beluviel looked even more exotic than she had yesterday, her long, dark hair braided
for travel. She wore leggings and a tunic of a rich, soft green cloth, with a bronze jacket
so intricately embroidered, it could have been a museum piece.
She was also more luminous and vibrant than ever, and a sense of refreshment
wafted over the scene at her arrival, bringing with it optimism and hope. At first Pia
thought she had imagined it, but then she noticed how the other Elves looked to Beluviel
as well, smiling. Even the other Wyr did, although they didn t lose their sharp-eyed
alertness.
A useful attribute, that. It had to be much better than looking and feeling like
something a cat coughed up.
Her phone pinged. The small sound sent a hot prickle over her skin, and her stomach
clenched. She glanced down at the screen. She had several text messages.
Good morning, Beluviel said. I m so glad you were able to start early. We can make
the journey in one day, but there is quite a lovely resting area where we can stay the
night if you find yourself getting too tired. Please don t hesitate to say something if you
feel the need to stop.
Thank you, that sounds terrific, said Pia. She tried to smile too, but the muscles in
her face felt rigid. She hoped her expression didn t look as ghastly as it felt. I m sorry, I
don t mean to be rude, but these messages won t wait. I hope you don t mind if I take a
few minutes to check them.
Not at all, Beluviel said. Your phone won t work in the Wood, so take the time you
need now. We can leave whenever you re ready.
I appreciate that, Pia told her. I ll be as quick as I can. She turned away, her heart
knocking like a crazy thing.
Suddenly Eva was right beside her, asking telepathically, You all right, princess?
Pia s stiff smile died a miserable death, and good riddance to it. I ll be ready to go in a
few minutes, Eva. Even to her own mind, she sounded tired.
Like the lady said, take your time, Eva said quietly. The captain stopped at the rear
bumper of their nearest SUV and took a casual position, relaxed yet unmistakably
standing guard.
Pia nodded in Eva s general direction as she stepped between the two vehicles for a
modicum of privacy. She was an idiot. She shouldn t have waited so long. She should
have checked for messages in real privacy when she had the chance.
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