A Kiss of Shadows by Laurell K. Hamilton Page B

what that might mean for us. But I’d gotten a glimpse of what lay on the bed, and it stole the words from my mouth. I think I forgot to breathe for a second or two.
    Roane carried me toward the door. I stared back over his shoulder at what lay on the bed. I knew it was a man. I even knew it was Alistair Norton, but if I hadn’t known what I was looking at, I’m not sure I’d have known it was human. The shape was as crimson as the sheets it lay on. The glass had turned him into so much raw meat. I couldn’t see the spiders under all that blood. I knew two things, maybe three. First, the magician on the other end of the spell was sidhe; second, he or she had tried to kill me; third, if it wasn’t for Jeremy getting a spell through the ward, I’d be just a smaller red lump on the blood-soaked bed. I owed Jeremy a very big favor.

Chapter 6

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    THE POLICE WOULDN’T LET ME SHOWER. THEY WOULDN’T EVEN LET ME wash my hands. Four hours after Roane carried me out of the bedroom, I was still trying to explain to the police exactly what had happened to Alistair Norton. I wasn’t having much luck. No one believed my version of events. They’d all watched the tape, and they still didn’t believe me. I think the only reason I hadn’t been charged with Alistair’s murder was that I’d been outed as Princess Meredith NicEssus. They knew and I knew that all I had to do was claim diplomatic immunity and I could walk out the door. So they were taking their time about charges.
    What they didn’t know was that I was almost as eager to avoid bringing in the diplomats as they were. Once I claimed diplomatic immunity, they’d contact the Board of Human-Fey Relations. They would contact the ambassador to the sidhe courts. The ambassador would contact the Queen of Air and Darkness. He’d tell her exactly where I was. Knowing my aunt, she’d tell them to keep me “safe” until her guard could arrive to bring me back home. I’d be trapped like a rabbit in a snare until someone came along to snap my neck and take me home like a prize.
    I sat at the small table with a glass of water in front of me. I had a blanket that the paramedics had given me draped over the back of the chair. The blanket had been to keep me warm in case of shock and to cover the ruined front of my dress. I’d spent part of the last few hours being cold and needing the blanket, but the rest of the time it was as if my blood ran hot. I was either shivering or almost sweating, a combination of shock and Branwyn’s Tears. Going from one extreme to the other had given me an amazing headache. No one would get me anything for the headache because they were all planning on getting me to the hospital soon—always soon, never now.
    I’d still been glowing softly when the first police backups had arrived. I wouldn’t be able to do glamour as long as the oil was in my system. So I couldn’t hide. Some of the first uniforms recognized me; one of them had said, “You’re Princess Meredith.” The soft California night had taken a breath around us, and I knew it was only a matter of time until the Queen of Air and Darkness sent someone to investigate this latest whisper. I had to be out of town before that happened. I had at least one more night, maybe two, before my aunt’s guard would arrive. I had time to sit here and answer questions. But I was getting tired of answering the same questions.
    So why was I still sitting in the hard-backed chair, looking across a small table at a detective I’d never met before? First, even if I walked out of here without being charged or claiming diplomatic immunity, they would contact the politicians. They’d do it to cover their asses. Second, I wanted Detective Alvera to believe me about Branwyn’s Tears and just how serious it would be if there was more of the oil out there. Probably it was a gift from whatever sidhe