The beautiful eyes examined me coldly. “I love you,” he said very unlovingly, “but you’re presuming too much.”
“If you love me, or even if you just respect me a little, you need to answer my question. I love Dermot, too.”
Claude was standing absolutely stil , doing a great imitation of Switzerland. I knew he wasn’t going to chime in on my side or Dermot’s side or even Nial ’s side. To Claude, the only side was his.
“You al ied yourself with the water fairies,” Nial said to Dermot.
“After you cursed me,” Dermot protested, looking up at his father briefly.
“You helped them kil Sookie’s father,” Nial said. “Your nephew.”
“I did not,” Dermot said quietly. “And I’m not mistaken in this. Even Sookie believes this, and she lets me stay here.”
“You weren’t in your right mind. I know you would never do that if you hadn’t been cursed,” I said.
“You see her kindness, and yet you have none for me,” Dermot told Nial . “Why did you curse me? Why?” He was looking directly at his father, his distress written al over his face.
“But I didn’t,” Nial said. He sounded genuinely surprised. Final y, he was addressing Dermot directly. “I wouldn’t addle the brains of my own son, half-human or not.”
“Claude told me it was you who bespel ed me.” Dermot looked at Claude, who was stil waiting to see which way the frog would jump.
“Claude,” Nial said, the power in his voice making my head pound, “who told you this?”
“It’s common knowledge among the fae,” Claude said. He’d been preparing himself for this, was braced to make his answer.
“According to whom?” Nial was not going to give up.
“Murry told me this.”
“Murry told you I had cursed my son? Murry, the friend of my enemy Breandan?” Nial ’s elegant face was incredulous.
The Murry I killed with Gran’s trowel? I thought, but I knew it was better not to interrupt.
“Murry told me this before he switched his al egiance,” Claude said defensively.
“And who had told Murry?” Nial said, an edge of exasperation in his voice.
“I don’t know.” Claude shrugged. “He sounded so certain, I never questioned him.”
“Claude, come with me,” Nial said, after a moment’s fraught silence. “We wil talk to your father and to the rest of our people. We’l discover who spread this rumor about me. And we’l know who actual y cursed Dermot, made him behave so.”
I would have thought Claude would be ecstatic, since he’d been ready to return to Faery ever since entrance had been denied him. But he looked absolutely vexed, just for a moment.
“What about Dermot?” I asked.
“It’s too dangerous for him now,” Nial said. “The one who cursed him may be waiting to take further action against him. I’l take Claude with me …
and, Claude, if you cause any trouble with your human ways …”
“I understand. Dermot, wil you take over at the club until I return?”
“I wil ,” said Dermot, but he looked so dazed by the sudden turn of events that I wasn’t sure he knew what he was saying.
Nial bent to kiss me on the mouth, and the subtle smel of fairy fil ed my nose. Then he and Claude flowed out the back door and into the woods.
“Walked” is simply too jerky a word to describe their progress.
Dermot and I were left alone in my shabby living room. To my consternation, my great-uncle (who looked a tiny bit younger than me) began to weep. His knees crumpled, his whole body shook, and he pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes.
I covered the few feet between us and sank to the floor beside him. I put my arm around him and said, “I sure didn’t expect any of that.” I surprised a laugh out of him. He hiccupped, raising reddened eyes to meet mine. I stretched my free arm to reach the box of tissues on the table by the recliner. I extracted one and used it to pat Dermot’s wet cheeks.
“I can’t believe you’re being so nice to me,” he said. “It’s seemed incredible to me from the beginning, considering what Claude told you.”
I had been a little surprised myself, to tel you the truth.
I spoke from my heart. “I’m not convinced you were even there the night my parents died. If you were, I think you were under a compulsion. In my experience of you, you’ve been a total sweetie.”
He leaned against me like a tired child. By now, a human guy would have made a huge effort to pul himself together. He’d be embarrassed at displaying vulnerability. Dermot seemed quite wil ing to let me comfort him.
“Are you feeling better now?” I asked, after a couple of minutes.
He inhaled deeply. I knew he was drawing in my fairy scent and that it would help him. “Yes,” he said. “Yes.”
“You probably need to get a shower and have a good night’s sleep,” I advised him, floundering for something to say that wouldn’t sound total y lame, like I was coddling a toddler. “I bet Nial and Claude’l be back in no time, and you’l get to …” Then I had to trail off, since I didn’t know what it was Dermot truly wanted. Claude, who’d been desperate to find a way to enter Faery, had gotten his wish. I’d assumed that had been Dermot’s goal, too. After Claude and I had broken the spel on Dermot, I’d never asked him.
As Dermot trudged off to the bathroom, I went around the house checking al the windows and doors, part of my nightly ritual. I washed and dried a couple of dishes while I tried to imagine what Claude and Nial might be doing at this moment. What could Faery look like? Like Oz, in the movie?
“Sookie,” said Dermot, and I jerked myself into the here and now. He was standing in the kitchen wearing plaid sleep pants, his normal night gear. His golden hair was stil damp from the shower.
“Feeling better?” I smiled at him.
“Yes. Could we sleep together tonight?”
It was as though he’d asked, “Can we catch a camel and keep it as a pet?” Because of Nial ’s questions about Claude and me, Dermot’s request struck me kind of weird. I just wasn’t in a fairy-loving mood, no matter how innocently he intended it. And truthful y, I wasn’t sure he hadn’t meant we should do more than sleep. “Ahhhhh … no.”
Dermot looked so disappointed that I caught myself feeling guilty. I couldn’t stand it; I had to explain.
“Listen, I understand that you don’t intend that we have sex together, and I know that a couple of times in the past we’ve al slept in the same bed and we al slept like rocks…. It was a good thing, a healing thing. But there are maybe ten reasons I don’t want to do that again. Number one, it’s just real y peculiar, to a human. Two, I love Eric and I should only bunk down with him. Three, you’re related to me, so sleeping in the same bed should make me feel real y squicky inside. Also, you look enough like my brother to pass for him, which makes any kind of vaguely sexual situation double squicky. I know that’s not ten, but I think that’s enough.”
“You don’t find me attractive?”
“Completely beside the point!” My voice was rising, and I paused to give myself a second. I continued in a quieter tone. “It doesn’t make any difference how attractive I find you. Of course you’re handsome. Just like my brother. But I have no sex feelings about you, and I kind of feel the sleeping-together thing is just odd. So we’re not doing the fairy sleep-athon of comfort anymore.”
“I’m sorry I’ve upset you,” he said, even more miserably.
I felt guilty again. But I made myself suppress the twinge. “I don’t think anyone in the world has a great-uncle like you,” I said, but my voice was fond.
“I’l never bring it up again. I only sought comfort.” He gave me Big Eyes. There was a hint of laughter turning up the corners of his mouth.