Prologue
The Fae man crept through the gap in the gate, a
bundle clutched tight to his chest. It was only a shadowy walk of a few feet to
the window from where he was and he should be able to escape detection and
finish the job as long as he was quiet.
He
slipped through the shadows, his dark cloak pulled tight over his shoulders as
he carried his burden to the window, crouching under it for a moment before he
peered inside.
Twin
beds were pushed against the far wall with twin figures slumbering in them,
only illuminated in part from the warm glow of a nightlight plugged into the
wall. It painted a pretty picture, but the Fae man had no time to appreciate
it; he had a job to do.
Slowly,
he drew a dagger and slipped it under the window frame, sliding the lock out of
place so he could push the window open enough to slip inside, making sure to
protect the bundle he carried as he eased himself through the gap and slid to a
crouch on the floor inside the room.
Standing
up, and testing for creaky floorboards, he crept toward the nearest bed and
looked down at the peacefully sleeping child who was unaware of what was about
to happen.
A
cloth carefully placed over the child’s face and he slept even deeper, a
drugged slumber that would be peaceful enough for the Fae man to make the
switch without the human child being any wiser until it was too late.
He
bundled the sleeping human child up in his cloak and deposited the bundle he
had been carrying onto the bed, and tucked it in, checking the resemblance one
last time as he stroked the child’s cheek lovingly.
“Sleep,
mo cridhe. One day we shall have what is rightfully ours. You and the other
children are the beginning. Do not fail us.”
And
then he turned and slid out the window again, closing it as if he had never
been there; across the shadowed yard and away into the hills again, the human
child tucked close to his chest, success filling him with a sense of
accomplishment. Soon enough their plan would be realized, and the hills would
open once again like they had in the old days. It was time for the Sidhe to
rise again.
Chapter One
Director
Cass
“Cass,
is it really necessary we do these every
month?”
I didn’t even bother glancing over
at Rory as he voiced his tentative complaints, watching the road ahead and
going over the list of things I had to do once we got back to Dublin. I didn’t
really have time for wingeing interns at the moment, though I couldn’t exactly
blame him, I didn’t want to lead the Safety for Selkies meeting either, but
that was just part and parcel for the job. And to be fair, Rory was the best
intern I had ever had; humble, did what I asked him, and learned from his
mistakes. He just had the habit of complaining a lot.
“We will do this until they learn
not to hide their skins in obvious places like someone’s beach bag or socialize
with men they don’t know.”
Rory groaned. “That will be
literally forever then. I swear, that is how I will die, at a SFS meeting.”
I cracked a smile. The kid was a bit
dramatic too. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they don’t put it on your grave
stone.”
I pulled my old Land Rover Defender
into the car park of the town center in where this month’s meeting would be
held, and breathed in the briny sea air, memories of childhood summers on the
southern beaches coming back as they always did when I came down here. Good but
bittersweet memories that made me want to instinctively touch the pendent
around my neck, but I refrained. No time for that now, no time for it ever
really. At least that’s what I tried to tell myself.
Rory ran around the vehicle to meet
me, his coat folded over his arm and a coffee in his hand. His dark curls were
whipping into his eyes from the sea breeze and he looked just as harried as
ever. When he had first started working for BPAFF, I had thought he was overly
high strung or maybe caffeinated, but I had soon come to realize that Rory
always looked like that. It wasn’t that he was always on edge or anxious, he
just seemed to run on a higher energy than most people.
He followed me up to the entrance of
the town center before he halted, a horrified expression on his face as he
pointed at something peeking from the sculpted bushes beside the walkway.
“Cass!” he squeaked.
I looked down and huffed a sigh as I
caught sight of the mottled grey skin and bent to pick up the seal pelt. “Well,
Rory, it looks like your worst fear might come true after all. They certainly
haven’t learned since the last time.”
“I don’t like the empty eyes,” Rory
said in a hushed voice, his own eyes cast down at the ground.
“I know.” It certainly hadn’t been
the first time I heard that.
A little crash course on selkies.
They’re girls who have the ability to shape-shift into seals, though unlike a
typical shapeshifter like a phooka who can actually change forms at will and
choose multiple ones, selkies are more akin to skinwalkers, and must have their
seal pelt to change into their seal form. When they took the skin off they
revealed their human form; that of a beautiful woman or handsome fellow though
there were far more female selkies than male ones, always had been—and the
males tended to stick to themselves. The old stories go that if a human were to
find the skin of a selkie and hide it, she would belong to him, and have to be
his mate. Easy way to find a bride for losers, let’s be honest. The problem
was, selkies just weren’t the smartest fish in the sea, and their skins were so
easy to find you can’t blame the sailors for stumbling upon them while
entranced by the lovely maidens dancing on the beach in the moonlight as
selkies are wont to do. So BPAFF decided to start a program to teach the
selkies about how to be safe and to hide their skins better and all that, thus
the Safety for Selkies meetings.
Granted, I didn’t enjoy this any
more than Rory did. But I was picking up the slack now that Bree had gone and
married the High King. She was the one who used to run the meetings, so much
more patient than any of the other BPAFF agents, but with her gone, I had
decided to simply do it myself, because there was no point in pulling good
field agents off of missions to do this kind of thing, and most of what I did
anymore was paperwork, so getting out of the office was enjoyable and
refreshing. I just shared the pain with Rory because he needed to learn
sometime. And besides, someone had to toughen the kid up.
We proceeded into the town center
and I left the lost seal pelt at the front desk where several others had been stashed.
I could hear the giggling and girly banter from here before Rory and I even got
to the auditorium where we would hold the meeting. Rory looked like he was
bracing himself or getting ready to bolt as I opened the door.
We were greeted by the sight of
beach blond girls in sundresses and sandals, standing around, holding
nonsensical conversations and twirling their hair. I could see several more
seal skins draped over chairs or stuffed under them, others hanging out of the
beach bags the girls carried. One was even draped over the podium at the head
of the room.
As soon as we entered, they looked
at Rory like catnip, and he promptly tried to hide behind me—my brave intern.
“Take a seat, ladies,” I told them.
“Hi, I’m Aileen!” One girl said,
bounding up to Rory and practically falling against him. “Will you hold this
for me?” Rory froze as a seal skin was plopped into his arms and a whimper
escaped his throat.
“No, you keep it—here,” he said
quickly and tossed it back at her, before beating me up to the podium, biting
back another whimper as he found more skins scattered around and performed a
strange hopping run as he tried to avoid them.
“Ladies, please take a seat,” I said
again and this time they did with disappointed sighs that I was interrupting
their enlightening conversations. They shuffled around a bit and finally seemed
to find a position they liked so I started talking as Rory set up the easel and
diagrams.
“I’m Director Cass Whalen of BPAFF,
thank you for coming to the Safety for Selkies meeting, this is so we can help
you all be more safe with your habits so you don’t fall prey to those who would
take advantage of you. Specifically how to hide your skins well so no one will
find them.” I cast a meaningful glance around the room. “That’s the one I think
you all need a little work on.” I turned to the chart Rory had set up and
motioned to it as he pointed to several overly simplified pictures with green
check marks or red x’s over them. “As you can see, leaving your skin out on your
beach towel is not a good idea, however, hiding it under a rock is much
better.”
One of the selkies in the front row
raised her hand. “Miss Whalen, what if we don’t want our skins to get wrinkly.
If you put them under a rock, they will get, like, creases.”
“Ew, creases,” her friend said with
distaste.
“But isn’t it better to have creases
in your skin than to be captured by a man of ill repute?” I very nearly
pleaded.
She frowned, thinking about it. I
let her do so, and continued on. “And you can’t just hand them over to anyone
like one of you did with Rory when we came in. That’s literally giving someone
a way to control you.”
“But he’s so cute!” said the girl
who had given Rory her skin. “I like him!”
“He can control me any day,” another
said with a suggestive look.
Rory blushed bright red and busied
himself fixing the easel, which only made it fall over to the girl’s
concentrated giggling. I closed my eyes briefly and shook my head. “Just
because someone is cute doesn’t mean they don’t mean you harm. Now we’re going
to do some exercises; I’ll show you some places and you’ll tell me whether they
are good or bad hiding spots.”
It went on like that for another
hour, most of the answers to the questions incorrect. I already had a headache
starting but it was almost over, so I wasn’t going to sweat it.
“That just about wraps it up,” I
said finally. “Any questions before we leave?”
Many hands shot up and I picked one
at random. “Yes?”
“Can I have his number?” the selkie
asked, smiling at Rory who was inching behind me again.
“I don’t think so,” I told her.
“Ooh! I want his number!”
“He can have my skin!”
“Can he come to our party tonight?
It will be awesome!”
“Cass,” Rory pleaded, his hand
clutching a handful of my coat.
“No to all of that,” I told the
ladies. “Now please, girls, try to do a little better at hiding your skins in
the future; remember, pick the safest places you can find out of plain sight. We’ll
see you again soon.” Or not if they kept up as they had been. First fishing
vessel in from the Orkneys and they would all be taken as sailors’ brides. I
ushered Rory ahead of me as he fumbled with the charts and grabbed the easel
myself.
“Where’s my skin? Lindsey, have you
seen it?” a voice called.
I probably should have helped, but I
don’t have that kind of degree. I’m just the Director of BPAFF. We beat a quick
retreat out to the Land Rover again and Rory loaded up the stuff while I
removed a seal skin someone had stuck under the windscreen wiper. Sometimes I
wondered why we even bothered doing SFS meetings anymore.
“Come on, let’s get some lunch
before we head back to Dublin,” I said to Rory.
I drove down through the town to the
docks, where there was a pub, The Captain’s Daughter, which was good. I had
helped the owner several years back with a boggart problem and always made a
point to stop in for a visit when I was in town.
We were sitting at the bar, waiting for
our meat pie when I got a call from one of my BPAFF agents.
“Hey, Connell, what’s going on?”
“Hey Cass, I was wondering if you
could send an agent my way. I’m currently trying to roust out a kelpie, and I
just got a call about what I think is a changeling case this morning.”
I frowned; changeling cases were
rare outside of the Border towns. It wasn’t a common occurrence in any case,
since people were generally good with the protection procedures. This had been
the second one to happen that I had heard about in as many months, which was a
bit strange. Usually you only saw three or four a year if that.
“Another changeling case? You sure?”
“Like I said,” Connell replied, “I
haven’t really looked into it, but that’s what it sounds like. Either way, I’ve
got my hands full and could use the assistance.”
“Okay, give me the address, I’m
actually not far so I’ll check it out myself before I head back to Dublin.”
“I appreciate it.” He gave me the
address and then hung up. I turned to Rory as our meals arrived.
“Looks like we’re taking the scenic
rout back home,” I told him.
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OH MY GOODNESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! :O :O :O CHANGELINGS AND THIIINGS! I'm so curious already... I know it's going to be awesome! And I'm grinning way too hard over the Selkie problems. XDDD Thanks so much for sharing this! Looking forward to the Summer when it releases! >:D Happy St. Patrick's Day! ^_^
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked the sneak preview ;) I thought someone needed to take a different approach with selkies :P Happy St. Patrick's Day to you as well from Ciran's Company ;)
DeleteAHHHHH! How did I miss this last week? :) So excited for book 3! Changelings and the Sidhe!!
ReplyDeleteLol! Poor Rory.
Rory is definitely having dome difficulties :P Glad you liked this :)
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