âYouâre up!â she exclaimed, bouncing over and leaping onto my bed. âYouâre awake. Thatâs a relief. Mabâs been annoyed and cranky ever since you collapsed. She thought you were going to sleep forever, and then sheâd have a devil of a time explaining your condition to the Seelie courtiers when they come for the Exchange.â
I frowned at her, and for a moment, a tiny spark of hope flickered inside. âWhat Exchange?â I wondered. Have they come for me? Has Oberon finally sent someone to rescue me from this hellhole?
Tiaothin, in that guileless way of hers, seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. âDonât worry, half-breed,â she sniffed, looking at me with slitted eyes. âTheyâre not coming for you. Theyâre here to pass on the Scepter of the Seasons. Summer is finally over, and winter is on the way.â
I felt a pang of disappointment and quashed it. No weakness. Show her nothing. I shrugged and casually asked, âWhatâs the Scepter of the Seasons?â
Tiaothin yawned and made herself comfortable on my bed. âItâs a magical talisman that the courts pass between them with the changing of the seasons,â she said, picking at a loose thread on my quilt. âSix months out of the year, Oberon holds it, when spring and summer are at their peak, and winter is at its weakest. Then, on the autumn equinox, it is passed to Queen Mab, to signify the shift in power between the courts. The Summer courtiers will be arriving soon, and weâll have a huge party to celebrate the start of winter. Everyone in Tir Na Nogis invited, and the party will last for days.â She grinned and bounced in place, dreadlocks flying. âItâs a good thing you woke up when you did, half-breed. This is one party you donât want to miss!â
âWill Lord Oberon and Lady Titania be there?â
âLord Pointy Ears?â Tiaothin sniffed. âHeâs much too important to go slumming around with Unseelie lowlifes. Nah, Oberon and his bitch queen Titania will stay in Arcadia where theyâre comfortable. Lucky thing, too. Those two stiff necks can really ruin a good party.â
So Iâd be on my own after all. Fine with me.
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T HE S UMMER C OURT ARRIVED in a hale of music and flowers, probably in direct defiance of Winter, whose traditions I was beginning to hate. I stood calf deep in snow, the collar of my fur coat turned up against cold, watching Unseelie fey mill about the courtyard. The event was to take place outside, in the courtyard full of ice and frozen statues. Will-oâ-the-wisps and corpse candles floated through the air, casting everything in eternal twilight. Why couldnât the Winter fey hold their parties aboveground for once? I missed the sunlight so much it hurt.
I felt a presence behind me, then heard a quiet chuckle in my ear. âSo glad you were able to make it to the party, Princess. It wouldâve been terribly boring without you.â
My skin prickled, and I squashed down my fear as Rowanâs breath tickled the back of my neck. âWouldnât miss it for the world,â I replied, keeping my voice light and even. His eyes bored into my skull, but I didnât turn. âWhat can I do for you, Your Highness?â
âOh ho, now weâre playing the ice queen. Bravo, Princess, bravo. Such a brave comeback from your broken heart. Not what I expected from Summer at all.â He shifted around meso that we were inches apart, so close I could see my reflection in his ice-blue eyes. âYou know,â he breathed, his breath cold on my cheek, âI can help you get over him.â
I desperately wanted to back away, but I held my ground. You are iron , I reminded myself. He canât hurt you. Youâre steel inside. âThe offer is appreciated,â I said, locking gazes with the sidhe prince, âbut I donât need your help. Iâm already past