Fragile Eternity.pdf

“Yes. Let’s dance,” he said, but they already were.
Too soon, Tracey kissed his cheek and twirled away, and then Eliza was in his arms.
“Rumba?” she asked.
The music switched, and his body moved in time with the beat that reverberated through
the soil. He could barely pause long enough, but he did, pulling off his boots so his skin
could feel the rhythm.
The moon was high overhead. A girl undulated in the fountain.
Not a girl. A faery. Like Ash.
“Come dance with me, Seth,” she beckoned.
Siobhan let go of his hands. When did Eliza become Siobhan? He stepped into the
fountain. The water soaked his jeans, soothing his sore feet as he reached out for her. The
contact was shiveringly good. I could drown in her. Logic pushed at him, warning,
reminding him that she was made of water. He really could drown in her.
“Are you going to hurt me, Aobheall?”
She pressed her lips to his ear. “Get free of this place, mortal. Their plan doesn’t bode well
for you tonight.”
The fountain spray was a thick curtain around them, blocking clear vision from the others.
The sound of the cubs’ drumming filtered through the crash of water.
“Call for help,” she said.
“Call?”
“Who would come for you, Seth? If you needed rescue, who would save you?” She
pressed her body to his as she spoke. “I can’t. The girls? The cubs? Our king? Who would
make you safe from the whims of Faerie?”
“Niall. Like a brother.” He pushed a button on his phone. The water didn’t touch him as
he did so, only her, Aobheall. He held the phone in his hand but didn’t lift it to his ear.
“Where are we, mortal?” Aobheall murmured.
“Fountain.” He felt stoned, drifting further into some reality that would keep him
untethered.
“And how long have you been in our arms?”
“Forever.”
“Damn it, Seth.” The voice was from the phone.
“Would you stay here, Seth? Or would you walk out of the park?”
“Stay forever.” He couldn’t pull away from Aobheall. With her, with them. He could see
them beyond the veil of water. Ash’s Summer Girls. They’d take care of him. He
remembered being sad before he was in Tracey’s arms. He wasn’t sad now. “With you.”
Seth was still in the fountain when Niall arrived.
The Dark King stepped into the water, and for a moment, Seth was struck by a wave of
emotions completely at odds with his true feelings. Niall was a god. Seth looked at him
and couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone quite so intensely.
Then Niall lifted Seth’s hand and pressed something into it. “You seem to have misplaced
yours.”
The touch of the charm to his skin cleared Seth’s head. He realized he was soaking wet
and standing in the fountain with Aobheall—and lusting on his best friend.
“You”—he took Aobheall’s hand—“are kind.”
Her laughter was the sound of crashing water. “Not truly, Seth. If I were kind, I would’ve
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