Skin Deep

CHAPTER 38

LAURA SPIT SEDIMENT out of her mouth. Cries and moaning filled the air. A cool breeze swirled through the gaping hole in the roof. She staggered to the center of the floor. Cress lay on her side, eyes closed, hiding those disturbing dark eyes. Laura laid a gentle hand on her, as Cress had done for her so many times. Her essence was faint, but there. She was alive. Instinctively, fine purple filaments waved up from Cress’s skin to suck greedily at Laura’s body essence. Relieved and revolted, Laura withdrew her hand.

A phalanx of Dana

“Laura!” Sinclair swept her into his arms and kissed her. Kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyes. She laughed, kissing him back, ru

Slowly, the memory of where they were-and who she was-came back to her. She still wore the Mariel glamour. She released him and adjusted her jumpsuit with an embarrassed smile. She cleared her throat. “It’s good to see you, too, Officer Sinclair.”

He laughed and shook his head. “My apologies, Agent Tate. I don’t know what came over me.”

The smile faded from her face as she took in the scene behind him. Bodies lay everywhere amid the debris. She sensed pain and horror and relief. Orrin ap Rhys stood among the worst injured, directing the security forces. Laura’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized Resha Du

He rubbed at his mouth. “I need a drink of water.”

Laura straightened his tie. “This is nice. Hermиs?” she asked.

He gave her look of utter bafflement as she walked away.

Sinclair grabbed her arm. “We have a problem.”

She followed the direction of his nod. Foyle stood near the gate entrance to the main floor. “That’s not Foyle.”

Laura narrowed her eyes at the man. He was too far away for her sensing field. “What do you mean?”

“I know Foyle’s shape. That’s not him. Besides, he was too wounded to stand,” Sinclair said.

Laura moved closer, saw there was no blood on Foyle anymore. Sinclair was right. Foyle’s essence hummed with power. Not human. It wasn’t Foyle. The man turned away from the scene and walked toward the exit. Laura ran after him and grabbed his shoulder. “Hold it!”

Foyle yanked away from her. “Unhand me!”

She blocked his way. “I don’t think so.”

He drew himself up. “I am Captain Aaron Foyle. Get out of my way.”

Laura wrenched the man’s shirt open to reveal a small gem on a gold chain. She tore the glamour off him. Foyle’s face shifted and blurred away as narrow, indigo wings swept upward. Laura fashioned a blade of essence in her hand.

“You’re not getting away this time, asshole.”

She plunged the blade into Alfrey’s head, and he dropped like a stone.

CHAPTER 39

LAURA WATCHED ALFREY through the glass window. He remained poised as he reclined in his chair surrounded by tall obelisks of quartz that dampened his fey abilities. Terryn sat outside the wards, equally calm, as if they were discussing the weather. She searched Alfrey’s face for some remorse for the twenty-seven deaths at the Archives. She saw none. She felt a small satisfaction at the swollen bruise from his left ear to his chin and the way he forced air through the wired jaw.

“You are not like your father,” Alfrey said.

Indifference flitted across Terryn’s brow. “Unfortunately, you are much like yours.”

“Your father would be disappointed to see you now,” he said.

“Do not speak of my father again, Alfrey. I may forget myself,” said Terryn.

Alfrey snorted. “You forgot yourself a long time ago when you aligned yourself with the Dana

“I will not be distracted. Who are your allies?” asked Terryn.

Alfrey smirked. “My allies? My allies are who they’ve always been. The fey who resist the domination of the Dana

Terryn stood. “I see we are done for another day.”

Alfrey chuckled. “Pray, do me a favor macCullen? When you see Tylo, tell him he, too, has fallen from the path of redemption. Tell him Triad was never his, and we shall prevail where he fails.”

Terryn didn’t respond. Laura fell in step with him as he left the room and walked to the elevator.

“How’s Cress?” she asked.

“Better. Recovering. She will survive,” he said.

They stepped into an empty elevator. “She was amazing, Terryn. She saved us.”

He nodded. “Yes. I’ve read the reports.”

“Is Blume cooperating?” she asked.

Terryn hit two buttons on the elevator panel. “At the moment, yes. I am playing on his gratitude for pulling him out of the Rotunda before Alfrey’s men trapped everyone else. He has been quite instrumental in identifying people for us.”

Laura stopped the elevator. Terryn arched a single eyebrow at her. “What’s going on with Alfrey is more than bad, isn’t it?”

“It will get worse,” he said.

“Can this really cause a war between the Dana

He crossed his arms and stared at the floor. “The Seelie Court lied. The Treaty says what it says. Maeve has much to answer for, as do the U.S. and Britain. It may lead to something more than a civil war among the fairy clans.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

He wouldn’t meet her eyes. “I don’t know. I walked away from all that years ago.”

Laura reached out and held his arm, a familiar gesture that felt awkward. “I will stand by you, Terryn. Whatever you need. Just ask.”

He started the elevator. “Thank you.”

At the seventh floor, she left him and returned to the public-relations department. Laura sat down to a stack of pink message slips. Hornbeck had called twice. She stared at the number, then dialed. He startled her by picking up himself. She didn’t realize it was his personal cell.

“How are you, Senator?” she asked.

“Better than some. I was happy to hear you made it out of there all right,” he said.

“Thank you. How can I help you?” she asked.

He chuckled. “After what happened last time I asked you for something, I’m surprised you would offer. No, I called to apologize personally for my role in the recent affair. If I hadn’t insisted on using Blume’s people, none of this would have happened.”

“There’s no need to apologize, Senator. The Triad sleeper agents were deeply embedded. Alfrey was pla

He sighed on the other end of the line. “I can’t help feeling somewhat responsible. If there is anything I can do for you, let me know.”

Laura smiled. “I wouldn’t mind a little support in the Senate now and then.”

Hornbeck chuckled again. “Yes, well, wouldn’t we all. Keep in touch.” He hung up.

Saffin entered with another stack of mail. Laura winced at the sight of the healing cuts and bruises on her face and arms. Saffin, however, smiled as she filled the in-box. “I sorted these by priority as best I could.”

Laura looked up at her with a grateful smile. “Thanks. Could you close the door and have a seat?” Curious, Saffin tilted her head and did as asked. “Are you all right?” Laura asked.