He stood up. I swore that I would not go from here emptyhanded, and it is not in me to go back on my oath. So I will take from here your word that you will retrieve the walking stick and return it to me within one weeks time.
As much as Id love to agree, I told him, I cannot. Coyote is beyond my ability to control. I will look for him and ask when I find him. That I will swear to.
One weeks time. He met my eyes, and what I saw in his gaze made me cold to the bone as I remembered that hed spoken of tidal waves and drowned cities. If not, we will have another talk with a less cordial ending.
He walked out of the kitchen the same way hed come in; I took the shorter path, near the stairs, and watched as he left. The front door shut behind him with a gentle click.
A car started up. I couldnt pick out the engine, though it had a low, throaty purr that sounded like something expensive. Nothing Id worked on very much. He didnt rev it up, just drove it like a family sedan out of the driveway and down the road.
The sound of Beauclaires engine was blending into the distant sounds of the night when I felt a tickling sensation, like someone had pulled mosquito netting off my skin. There was a halfsecond pause, then Adam, naked and enraged, was at the bottom of the stairs beside me. He looked at me. It was only a momentary look, but the intensity of it told me he saw that I was unharmed and not particularly alarmed. Then he was out the front door.
By the time I retrieved the gun from under the kitchen towels and checked the safety, Adam was back.
Fae, he said, sounding calmer than he looked. No one Ive smelled before. Who was it, and what did they want with you?
Gray Lord, I told him because he needed to know that it had taken a Power to enspell him and successfully invade our home. It was Beauclaireyou know, the guy who initiated the faes retreat to the reservations. He came looking for the walking stick. Have you seen Medea? He scared the holy spit out of her.
Adam frowned. I thought Zee knew about the walking stick. And nothing scares that cat.
Apparently shes good with coyotes, vampires, witches, werewolves, and all the fae whove come around before, but Gray Lords are an entirely different proposition. I started up the stairs. I had to get up in a couple of hours and go to work. Tomorrow, Christy was going to be here. It looked to be a long day, and I wanted to face it with at least the better part of a full nights sleep. And first I needed to find the cat and make sure she was okay.
Mercy, Adam said patiently as he followed me. Why didnt Beauclaire know that youd given the stick to Coyote?
As best I can put together, I told him, Zee didnt pass it around widely, and Beauclaire and he are not speaking because Zee killed Beauclaires father Lugh in order to quench Excalibur.
Adams footfalls had been steady behind me, but at that last they paused. He started up again, and said, Dealing with the fae is always full of surprises.
His hand came to rest on my back, then slid lower as he took advantage of being two steps below me and nipped at my hip. So, he said gruffly, what did Lughs son say when you told
him that you gave his walking stick to Coyote?
That I have a week to get it back.
Adams hand curved around my hip and pulled me to a stop at the top of the stairs.
Or? His voice was a growl that slid over my skin and warmed me from the outside in.
We have another talk, I told him, doing my best to make it sound a lot less threatening than Beauclaire had. I didnt want my husband out hunting Gray Lords because someone had threatened his family. It wont come to that. Ill find out how to contact Coyote. Ill call Hank in the morning. Hank was another walker like me, though his second form was a hawk. He lived an hour and a half from the TriCities and was my information source for most of what I knew about being a walker. If he doesnt know, he should be able to hook me up with Gordon Seeker. Gordon will know. Gordon Seeker was Thunderbird, the way Coyote was Coyote. He liked to travel around in the guise of an old Indian with a thing for the gaudiest version of cowboy wear Id ever seen.
Adam put his forehead against my shoulder. No trouble you cant handle, then.
Im more worried about Christy, I told him, and it was almost true.
He laughed without joy and pulled me tighter against him. Me, too. He whispered, Dont believe everything she says, okay? Dont leave without talking to me.
I turned around, and said fiercely, Never. Not even if I talk to you first. You arent getting away now, buster.
He dove for my mouth, and when he was finished ensuring that neither of us was going to get much sleep for a while, he said, Remember that. Were both likely to be clinging to that thought by the time this is over.
I coaxed the bolt out with sweet words and steady, light hands.
I had already done all that I could this morning to find Coyote short of shouting his name into the open airwhich I would have if I thought it would do any good. All I could do now was wait for the phone. Not that the fae was the only thing I worried about, or even the thing I was most worried about. Adam was, just about now, picking Christy up from the airport.