High Voltage (Fever #10)(102)

“Bloody fucking hell, that bastard is beneath the abbey!” Ryodan exploded.

“What abbey?” Roison said.

I shot him a dark look. “When Balor woke up, he never left. He stayed put in the one place he knew the Fae would never come, building his army, absorbing power, right beneath our bloody feet. That’s how he got our sidhe-seers. They weren’t abducted at Elyreum. He either took them on their way back in late at night or simply came up and grabbed them while they slept. That son of a bitch planned to get strong enough to destroy us all, while being protected by us, then kill us and go after the Fae!”



“But wouldn’t you have heard the chanting and screaming?” Roison said.

“Not as deep as our underground city goes, no. I’m not even sure we would have heard him in the cavern the Sinsar Dubh once occupied, if the door was closed. Everything is solid rock and most of it dozens of feet thick.” Damn the Shedon for not letting us explore the Underneath! I thought as I yanked out my phone and fired off a text to Kat:

GET EVERYONE OUT OF THE ABBEY. WE THINK BALOR IS BENEATH IT

“I’m coming, too,” Roisin said instantly.

“You’ll slow us down,” Ryodan said curtly.

I agreed with him on that score and told her so. “Sit tight and wait. I promise to text you the moment we kill him. We’ll find your family, Roisin, I promise.”

I didn’t tell her I was afraid there was nothing we could do for them once we did. The feeling I’d gotten from Balor was once you lost your soul, it was a done deal. Souls weren’t pickles that could be stuffed back into a jar. Especially not as brutally as he’d tried to wrench mine from my body. Then there was the whole annihilating of personality facet once he had them. He’d felt like a massive pulping blender, breaking down souls into fundamental nutrients to fuel himself as if humans were his protein powder.

As we stalked from the flat, Ryodan shot off a text to Christian, a second to Lor, telling him and the others to meet us at the abbey, and a third to Barrons, though I doubted he’d be joining us. Protecting Mac from Fae attack was paramount.

We had this. One way or another.

You promised. You’re the last resort, Dani, Ryodan reminded tightly.

I nodded.

I heard that, he snapped.

I smiled faintly. Did not. I didn’t say it. Boundaries, remember?



You fucking felt it.

We’re going to have to make a few more rules, I said lightly. One of them is you can’t hold me responsible for my feelings if I don’t voice them. What he’d picked up was my unshakable sense of inevitability. As if this day, whatever was about to happen, had been aimed at me, trying to collide with me for a long time, and it was…well, I don’t believe in fate but I do believe in actions and reactions. Years ago I’d made an action. The repercussions from it were bearing down on me like a cat-five hurricane whose course couldn’t be altered.

I was ready. Whatever happened. Next adventure.

Fearless as always. I felt his warmth, his respect, his constant, steady love.

It’s all I know to be.

You’re like us in that. Becoming a beast was meant as a curse. But if I could go back to that day and choose again, I’d do exactly the same. Live forever like this? Fuck, yes.

I gasped. He’d never spoken to me of anything to do with his origins. Does that mean one day you’ll tell me?

Tell me something you missed about me, he evaded.

Everything, I admitted finally. Half the colors vanished from my world and I couldn’t breathe right until you returned.

Say it, Stardust. I want to hear it.

I love you, Ryodan Killian St. James. Any name, any form. Always.

Pure joy blazed inside my soul, warming me to the core.



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Tucked beneath a base molding in the living room of the flat, one of countless roaches flooding every nook and cranny of Dublin retracted its antennae and sent a silent message back to its counterparts in the cavern, letting Gustaine know the auspicious news that the woman Balor sought had been located.

And was headed straight for him.





I curse the stars that take you away

BALOR HAD ALREADY TAKEN the abbey by the time we got there.

We’d originally headed for the main gate but, a half mile away, we heard the chanting of thousands of Balor’s zombies and circled around to the back. We’d abandoned the Hummer behind a tall labyrinth of hedges where we now crouched, with Lor and the rest of the Nine who were already in beast form.

We eased around the side of the fortress toward the battle raging on the front lawn. It reminded me too much of another battle, between the Fae and us, when I’d melted down and raced back into the burning abbey to save a stuffed animal. The night Ryodan had charred himself to the bone to save me.



The lawn was filled with nearly a thousand sidhe-seers battling ten times that number of Balor’s zombies, slashing and hacking their way through the crowd. It was horrific, humans fighting blank-eyed humans, and I knew every sidhe-seer out there was fighting their own innate instincts to do it. We’re programmed to kill Fae and protect humans. Yet these humans were tightly controlled killing machines Balor had loosed on us with instructions to destroy.

Balor himself was on the lawn—bloody hell, he was enormous! Over twenty feet tall, clad in billowing black—lumbering through the crowd, mask shoved up on his head, that terrible, enormous eye revealed as he bent, snatched sidhe-seers into the air by an arm as if they were dolls, drank their souls, then flung them to the ground like broken toys.