Eternal huntress, p.1
Eternal Huntress, page 1
part #5 of Shadows of Otherside Series
Eternal Huntress
Shadows of Otherside Book 5
Whitney Hill
This is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, people, or places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental.
ETERNAL HUNTRESS
Copyright © 2021 by Whitney Hill
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For those who care too much not to give their all, even if they really need to keep some back for themselves.
Chapter 1
It was almost a shame I couldn’t let the gods end the world. Some days, I wished I could do it myself. At least then I might have a chance of making it down I-40 without some reckless maniac with Texas plates trying to run me off the road as they barreled into a merge. There’d be fewer accidents as well. I could remake the world and have 40 all to myself.
The good news for everyone was that I was only inclined to murder in self-defense. I’d only really enjoyed the two, and both had earned it ten times over. Maybe a hundred.
A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
I’d taken shit from all of Otherside for the first twenty-five years of my life, and I’d be damned if I took any at all for the rest of it, however long or short that might be given my enemies, the gods, and annoying fucks in oversize pickups with Truck Ballz swinging from the hitch.
“Arden,” Troy muttered from the passenger seat.
“I see him.”
My elven prince consort gritted his teeth and exhaled heavily.
Grinning, I took a hand off the wheel to lace my fingers between his as I gunned the engine of my zippy Honda Civic hatchback, changed lanes twice, swerved around a semi, and drifted back into the middle lane.
“Arden!”
I just laughed, enjoying the wind in my hair as I sped down the freeway even if it was snarling my curls. Troy was a control freak. Always had been. He reined it in with me—mostly—but I’d found that the road was guaranteed to get his temper up.
That always meant extra fun later.
We were on our way down to Raleigh for an audience with Maria. The months had slipped toward autumn, and we were in second summer, that gorgeous time of year when it was warm without being too hot, the humidity had come down, and breezes tickled both the trees and my control of Air. The leaves hadn’t turned yet, though a few of the maple and redbud trees looked like they were thinking about it. There was a hint of cooler air in the mornings, tickling through the windows I kept at least cracked, if not wide open, year-round. My favorite time of year, although I had a feeling this year would be different. Less pleasant.
Remembering the imminent Wild Hunt sobered me a little, and I squeezed Troy’s hand before taking it back and easing off the gas pedal.
“We have time,” he said softly, knowing where my mind had gone.
“Do we? The fae are still playing games. There’s been only vague, passive-aggressive bullshit from Asheville. Evangeline is still on the loose somewhere—”
“We have time,” Troy repeated grimly, this time with half a flinch and equal parts smoldering anger and carefully banked fear.
I kicked myself for mentioning Evangeline. Troy’s blood sister had joined with their grandmother in first disowning him, then torturing him nearly to death for daring to choose me and a blood debt to House Solari—my murdered father’s House—over his birth House, queen, and family. He’d lost everything, considering it worth the price of doing the right thing.
I still hated reminding him of it.
“I’m fine.” He shifted to loosen tightened muscles. “You don’t have to tiptoe around it.”
I shrugged uncomfortably and changed the subject anyway. “I hope Maria’s actually found something this time.”
A spark of amusement came to me through the Aetheric bond between Troy and me. “You know as well as I do she’s been looking for an excuse to see you again.”
“I know, but we have to find Iaret. I owe Duke.” Finding my djinni guardian’s long-lost love to fulfill a prophecy was taking all of my detective skills and requiring me to offer a few favors. Like trading my powerful blood to my vampire allies as a sweetener for access to their precious library. I could have just demanded it, but Maria had been an ally from the start, one of the few who’d never given me cause to question her. Pulling rank on her didn’t feel right. “And the damn prophecy makes too much sense, given how Neith reacted to you and Duke working together to help me at Jordan Lake.”
Besides, it was in my best interest, given that there’d already been one attack on the Raleigh coterie. I couldn’t risk someone toppling Maria and kicking a leg off my power structure.
I glanced at Troy. “Gotta say, I’m always surprised you take the blood thing so well.”
“I know where I stand.” He sent a playful little sting of Aether my way. “And you know I’m always happy to remind you.”
I swore as my hands tightened on the wheel in remembered ecstasy. Heat flushed over me as I realized I wasn’t the only one thinking of having fun later.
“Damn elf,” I muttered half-heartedly.
Given our history, Troy was the last person I’d thought I’d fall for, but here we were. Having someone put me first was a hell of a drug.
Troy just smirked. I’d resent the cockiness from anyone else, but he had yet to take me for granted or go behind my back to take advantage of the power he’d accumulated as my prince consort. He deferred to me completely in public, well aware of the impact it made for the continent’s most powerful elven prince to submit to an elemental—the elves’ ancestral scapegoat.
The smirk faded as a shadow weighed on Troy.
“What?” I asked.
“Darius is late coming back from his assignment. Neither Allegra nor I can reach him, and we’re worried. Then there’s the Captain.” He grimaced at the spike of alarm he must have picked up from me at the mention of the latter.
Troy’s mentor and adopted father led the Darkwatch. He was also the birth father of the captain of my Ebon Guard, Allegra, and her twin brother, Darius. The former Monteagues now helping me had heard from him exactly once since I’d declared the only elven House in the Triangle would be mine: House Solari.
Omar Monteague had sent a terse message saying, “You go your way. I’ll go mine.”
I tapped my fingers across the steering wheel. “He contacted you?”
“No. That’s the problem. Omar should have made a move by now. His loyalty was always to the matriarchy. If he wasn’t going to swear to Evangeline as the single remaining elven queen, he should have attacked or taken leadership of the East Coast Darkwatch to another Conclave.”
“But he hasn’t done anything at all.” I frowned, irritated with the fact that I was still having to play elven games after literally pulling down Keithia Monteague’s mansion and burning the pieces with elemental magic.
“He hasn’t,” Troy agreed. “We’re in uncharted territory.”
“Allegra hasn’t—”
“No. She’s not talking about it either. I almost wonder if that’s the strategy.”
“What, the Captain putting his own kids on edge until one of y’all makes the first move?”
“Exactly.” He sighed. “You have to understand, Arden. The matriarchy has grown more extreme in the last few generations. Omar was more of a parent to me than to Alli because he wasn’t allowed to be a father to her. My mother and my aunt were all we were permitted.”
I wrinkled my nose. I’d grown up dreaming of what it would be like having a family. I was occasionally jealous of Troy’s closeness with Allegra, the cousin he called sister—not because they had a relationship but because I’d always wondered what it would be like to have one like that myself. But on the rare occasions Troy talked about growing up a royal in House Monteague, I wondered if knowing your birth family was really all it was cracked up to be. Maybe my struggles to build my own little family—my alliance—were better. At least for me.
I sat with that as I exited at Wade Avenue, caught up in the usual traffic going into Raleigh.
Troy kept whatever further thoughts he had to himself, sinking into one of his moods. He still checked the mirrors though, making sure the black Acura MDX that was technically his but on loan to the Ebon Guard for the day was still behind us. Protecting me was always topmost in his mind.
When I pulled into the parking garage near Wilmington and Hargett, I made sure to park close to the stairs, with the driver’s side door on that side. I’d learned the hard way that some of my enemies were totally willing to risk the wrong kind of attention from the mundanes if it meant taking me out—as had nearly happened in this very garage. It was why I’d reluctantly allowed Troy, Allegra, and Duke to talk me into having one of them plus at least two of the Ebon Guard with me whenever I left Durham. A compromise, really. According to everyone else, an Othersider with my political influence and the magical strength to have a power signature should have stayed laired up somewhere, executing my will via minions.
That wasn’t how I did things, so bodyguards it was.
Troy was already on high alert, zeroing into the focused, distant mien that said he was a bodyguard first, everything else a distant second. He left orders for the other two guards to watch the car then preceded me down the stairs, keeping himself between me and the lines of sight from the buildings opposite. His eyes darted from window to rooftop to doorway, never still, even as he took deeper breaths to catch scents and Aether prickled over my skin as he sought aura signatures.
Before being kidnapped, I might have laughed. Or at least teased him a little. Now I was glad my boyfriend was a stubborn badass with a frighteningly strategic mind, especially given the ongoing pro-human, anti-Otherside protests. Those had escalated with the second Reveal of werewolves, elves, and witches a few months ago and had been blown into the Reveal Riots by the elven queens, with those queens now dead at my hands. I hated what I’d done on a moral level, but I couldn’t let it stand. They’d put all of Otherside at risk in an attempt to put me in what they thought was my place. Getting rid of them had brought human-Otherside tensions back down to a roiling simmer, but all of us were still on edge, dreading the next clusterfuck.
Noah was waiting for us, lounging in the shadows outside the secret second entrance to the Raleigh coterie’s nest. The attractive vampire had been born Black or biracial, and centuries of avoiding the sun had faded his skin to a golden brown. His tight curls were hidden under a black baseball cap, and he was dressed a little more casually than usual in dark-wash jeans and an orange silk dress shirt.
Cap or not, I was surprised to see Maria’s second out in the open. Noah had done an interview with one of the braver local news teams as part of a public relations effort, and while it had garnered the vampires—and him in particular—quite a few fans, it had also given the anti-fang crowd a face for one of their enemies.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
He grinned at me, not showing his teeth but still in good humor. “I won’t let a few death threats keep me in hiding, Ms. Finch. You know that.”
I shook my head but couldn’t hide my answering smile. Noah and I had that in common, and while the mercurial vampire wasn’t always my biggest fan, we did have an understanding. Troy just sighed—quietly, but we were close enough with Maria and Noah that he let his iron control slip a little.
“How’s Maria?” I asked as Noah led us downstairs and through a series of heavy, locked doors.
“Pouring too much into the negotiations with the human legislators, as usual.” With a cautious glance at Troy, he added, “I’m glad you’re here. She at least pretends to enjoy herself when you visit.”
“Is there something I should know?” I asked. Maria was a big girl, and as Troy had once pointed out, she was several times our combined age. That didn’t mean I couldn’t worry about her as a friend.
Noah paused, toying with the key that unlocked the last door between us and the corridor leading to the throne room.
“Noah?” I prompted as Troy’s attention sharpened.
“The world as she knew it is dead,” the vampire said bluntly. “In every way. As modern as she is, she still thinks that the Modernist movement is extreme. But what if it’s not? What if negotiating with the humans for equal rights isn’t the end of change for the moroi? She doesn’t agree. But I need her to at least consider it.”
My eyebrows were ready to fly off my face, and I exchanged a concerned look with Troy. For Maria’s loyal-to-the-death second to speak this way, things were worse than I’d realized.
“I’ll talk to her,” I promised.
“I’d be grateful.” Tension eased from Noah as he unlocked the last door. “She saved me from a truly horrific fate, Ms. Finch. She says she was just paying forward what Torsten did for her, but I would do anything to save her in turn. Even from herself.”
I got a jolt of deep kinship from the bond and reached behind me to squeeze Troy’s hand. Wanting to lighten the mood as we reached Maria’s hearing range, I changed the subject. “How are things going with Doc Mike?”
Noah’s jump and the guilty expression that flashed across his face before he could hide it made me grin. “Who told you—?”
I laughed. “You just did. I had my suspicions for a while, but I wasn’t sure.”
“You’re too nosy,” Noah grumbled.
“I was a private investigator. It’s in the job description.” I couldn’t help smiling despite the pang of mourning that struck me thinking about my abandoned PI agency.
Doc Mike had been one of my few friends for years. Noah had been the one to ease him into Otherside, when the vampire had healed the medical examiner of a bite wound from a vampiric sorcerer. There’d been an obvious attraction on both sides, but I hadn’t been sure if Doc Mike’s deep Christian faith or his turning out to be a necromancer would have snuffed it. Apparently not.
Firelight danced through the gauzy curtain in front of us.
From behind it, Maria called, “Stop teasing Noah, Arbiter. Come play with someone your own size.”
As we pushed through the curtains, I threw the tiny Mistress of Raleigh a cheeky grin. “Guess I should keep looking, seeing as you’re not any taller than you were last time I was here.”
Maria scoffed and rolled her eyes, but a smile quirked the corners of her lips. She was dressed in an amethyst gown today, cut high in front with a hi-low hem. It should have clashed with her emerald hair, but it just gave the usual effect of a living stained-glass window.
She flowed toward us with the grace that said at least she was feeding, kissing first me then Troy on both cheeks before peering behind us. “No Allegra today?”
Allegra? The flash of amusement from Troy confirmed he knew—no, more like suspected—something. I’d ask him later. “She’s busy, I’m afraid.”
“Pity.” She glanced between Troy and me again. “It’s still surreal to see the two of you happy together and not at each other’s throats, but I’m glad of it.”
I exchanged a glance with Troy. She didn’t usually call attention to our relationship, having hoped for one with me herself at one point, which made me wonder again about her asking after Allegra. “Oh?”
“Given the news I’ve just heard, you’re going to need him. Since I need you, that works out for all of us.”
Chapter 2
Troy tensed, his hand drifting up to the hilt of the longknife riding in a sheathe along his spine before he caught himself. “What do you know?”
“I don’t know anything.” Maria beckoned us to follow her to the cluster of red jacquard sofas and chairs that made an intimate seating arrangement near the ever-present fire. “But an old vagabond acquaintance seeking to curry favor brought an interesting rumor from the west.”
“The west,” I said flatly as I sat.
Troy, pushed even deeper into bodyguard mode, took a rigid stance behind my armchair.
I left him to it, having learned in the last few months it was best just to let his instincts and training play themselves out. “The west as in…”
“Asheville,” Maria said with a dangerous softness.
I stiffened. Asheville was where the Blood Moon clan—the most powerful werewolf pack in three states—had their seat of power. My ex-boyfriend, Roman Volkov, had returned home with his brother Sergei to reclaim it when I’d passed along news that the Monteagues were plotting to kill their father. Their sister, Vikki, was still here in the Triangle with the fiancée Roman had left me for. Ana had fled to the Triangle when old man Niko had been killed, seeking sanctuary alongside Vikki with our local cat prides so that they could continue the relationship they’d started in secret.
