Reign or Shine (11 page)

But it was the only way.

My father let out a smal groan of pain. And then a larger one as he stood up, then doubled over and clutched the side of the table.

"Desmond." Elizabeth grabbed his shoulders. "Are you al right?"

"No . . ." He gritted his teeth. "I need to go back to my room. I ... I feel poorly. Very poorly." And then he yel ed out. The sound of his pain cut right through me like an icy wind.

I ran to his side. "Dad--"

"No, get away." His voice came out loud and gravel y. "Please, Nikki. Don't come any closer."

I heard a ripping sound and watched with horror as two large, black, leathery wings unfurled from his back. His hands went out to his sides and long, sharp claws emerged from the tips of his fingers.

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I took a step back and covered my mouth with my hand.

He straightened up and looked at me. His eyes were red with catlike slits and appeared to glow in the semi-darkness of the room. There were horns--big, black, curved horns-- protruding from the sides of his head. His face had grown unrecognizable, sharper, more pointed, his skin now black as coal. I got a

glimpse of his teeth, which were now pointed and as sharp as razors.

He covered his stomach with a clawed hand--his chest had grown larger and muscular enough to burst the buttons on his gray shirt--and he convulsed.

Even in demon form he was stil in terrible pain.

"Nikki," he said in that strange, demonic voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see me like this and be afraid,"

I believe my answer to that may have been a short, terrified scream. I'm not entirely positive.

He gasped for breath. "Drink the potion and forget about al of this. It's for the best."

His now-sharp jaw clenched and with a last look at me, the demon king turned and quickly left the room. 109

I stood in place shaking from head to foot. My father was a demon.

A monster with big, black, batlike wings and sharp teeth like something out of a nightmare.

"No," I said out loud, shaking my head, even though I'd now seen it with my own eyes. It was true. There was no denying it anymore. I started to cry. I couldn't hold it in. My chest heaved with sobs.

I felt a warm hand on my back and I jumped, spinning around. It was Elizabeth. I scrambled back from her. She was a demon, too, and she would look like my father in her demon form. This human form--it wasn't real. It was just a lie. She was evil. Demonic.

"Nikki." Her eyes were glossy. "Please, don't be afraid. I know this is difficult for you, but please just try to calm down."

I looked over at the entranceway. Where was Michael? He'd said he'd stay by my side and not leave me, and now he was gone. Why? He'd promised that

nobody was going to hurt me.

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And nobody had. Nobody had hurt me.

I forced myself to breathe normal y and I looked at Elizabeth--real y
looked
at her. She didn't look evil or demonic. She looked concerned. For me.

She'd

backed away after my reaction to her to give me some space.

"I'm not going to hurt you," she assured me. "Everything wil be fine."

It took me another couple of minutes before I felt anywhere close to fine, and even then I stil felt jumpy.

"What happened?" I asked shakily. "Wh-why did he change like that?"

She took in a deep breath. "He's in a great deal of pain. It is just as it was with my father when he was near the end. In demon form we're able to handle pain better. It doesn't make it go away but it becomes more manageable. A human body is more aesthetical y pleasing, but it makes us very fragile. Right

now, Desmond can't control the shift. When he experiences intense pain, he simply turns to demon form. I know he didn't want to scare you, Nikki.

It's the last thing he wanted."

I looked over at the entranceway. "Is he going to be okay?"

But that sounded stupid. He wasn't going to be okay. He was going to die.

"He'l be fine in a bit. We must leave him alone and let him recover enough to change form again." She patted my cheek. "Honestly, I think the best thing

for you would be to let Michael take you home. You should probably drink the potion, too, and in minutes al of this wil have faded away."

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I looked at the potion bottle again. "Okay. I'm going to drink it." I put the chain over my head and let the vial fal against my chest. "But I'm going to wait until tomorrow, though. I ... I stil need to think about some things."

I wasn't ready to forget. Not this quickly. I'd have plenty of time tomorrow when I was back in my normal life. It could wait until then. "I understand. But don't wait too long. It's dangerous to wait now that you're sixteen."

My eyebrows went up at that and I shifted my focus from the entranceway of the dark, cavernous room to my aunt. "Dangerous?"

She nodded gravely. "I'm sure Desmond didn't go into specific details, but there's a very good reason why there hasn't been a Darkling in a thousand

years. You've been very lucky that you haven't experienced any serious consequences."

I looked questioningly at her. "What are you talking about?"

She wrung her hands together and walked over to the table, before turning back to me. Her beautiful face was tense and worried. "Desmond had me look into the history of Darklings when he first began to sense you, and I found out some things. Things I didn't want to burden him with in his current condition."

"What kinds of things?"

She didn't speak for a moment. "No Darkling has ever lived past their eighteenth year. It's the human/demon 112

mix. It's unstable. Those who have lived that long refrained from using any of their powers at al . It's the only way."

"You mean, if I don't take the potion and become completely human then I'm going to die?" I managed.

She pressed her lips together. "But you have the potion. You wil take it, and you wil forget about al of this."

"But. . . but my father said that I was the heir. That if he died then I would become queen. He didn't say anything about this."

"That's because he doesn't know." She sighed. "If there was another way, believe me, I'd want to learn what it is. I don't want to be queen, you know.

I don't

want to never be able to leave this place, but it has to be done." She touched my shoulder tentatively. "Take the rest of the night and let it al sink in, if you

wish. But tomorrow morning, drink the potion. Forget about al of this and live a happy, normal life, Nikki."

I nodded shakily. "Okay."

"But please remember one very important thing." "What's that?"

"In the meantime, don't al ow your powers to manifest. At al . They're triggered by extreme emotions. Stress, anger, fear ... I know you've had your share of

al of that today, and I'm worried about you. Do you understand?"

I nodded again. "I understand."

"Good." She rubbed a tear away from my cheek with her thumb. "I wil take care of your father, I promise. I'l make his last days as comfortable as possible. I know he was so happy to find out that you existed. And he was so happy to get the 113

chance to meet you before the end. Please know that even in his demon form, your father cares about you and would never wish you harm in any way."

I blinked back more tears. "I'm glad I met him, too. I just wish I had more time."

"Me, too."

I hugged her and she smel ed like warm jasmine. I felt something press against my col arbone and looked down. "You have a vial, too?" I asked, glancing at the smal blue bottle she wore around her neck on a chain.

She touched it lightly. "It's perfume--a gift from my
inamorato
... or what you might cal my 'boyfriend.'" Her expression turned forlorn and wistful. "I'm hoping he'l want to visit me when I'm unable to leave this castle."

She led me out of the room and down the staircase to where Michael was waiting, his attention firmly fixed on the floor.

"Good-bye, Nikki. Be wel ." With a last squeeze of my hand, Elizabeth left to go deeper into the castle.

The doors opened up to let me out.

Michael didn't say anything. He simply walked outside. He led me over the gray stones that slowly turned to green grass. Where the dark, stormy skies

above cleared away to beautiful blue. Where the forest leading into the faery realm stood before us, looking very innocent and not like the home of unfriendly, territorial faeries.

My head ached with everything I had learned swirling around inside. Seeing my father turn demon. Learning that he was going to die. Learning that I would

die if I didn't

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drink the potion. Meeting Elizabeth. Learning that her fate was to never leave the castle again. Knowing I'd forget al of this as soon as I drank the potion.

I sucked in a breath and it sounded like a sob. "Why didn't you tel me?"

Michael looked over his shoulder at me. "What part?"

"Al of it. About my father's health. About the dangers of being a Darkling. About al of that."

"I told you what I was supposed to tel you, Princess. I answered your questions."

I felt angry then. At him, at everything. "No, you didn't. I asked you to tel me who you were but you didn't say any-thing. I wish you would have told me the

truth."

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt and kept trudging along toward a shimmering patch of light about fifty feet ahead of us--the gateway back to the human realm.

"I should have told you," he said. "I know that." "Yeah, you should have."

"Wel , now you know. I'm a servant." He said it so bitterly and his eyes were stil on the path ahead of him. He hadn't looked me directly in the eyes since we were in the castle. "You're a princess and I'm your servant. See? I can say it. It's not even that bad, actual y."

"Michael--"

"Princess, please. Let me take you home. It doesn't matter anyway. None of this matters. When you drink the potion you'l forget al about me and everything else." He'd

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reached the gateway. "No sewer this time. Not as traumatic, I promise." I looked at the gateway. It was about the size of a regular door, but with rounded edges; a swirling kaleidoscope of color, but I could stil see through it to the other side as if it were only a light film.

"Wait a minute--"

::Fol ow me, Princess:: He didn't say it out loud this time.

I bit my lip.
Telepathy.
I could hear him because I was a demon princess and he was the servant my father had assigned to me.

Right
behind you,
I thought telepathical y, wondering if he could hear me as clearly as I could hear him.

Without another word or a glance at me, he walked directly through the gateway and disappeared.

I looked back over my shoulder at the castle in the distance. That scary castle I'd been so afraid to approach. And there was no doubt--it
was scary
and

intimidating and so very strange. Everything about this had been unbelievable. But it was all true.

My eyes fil ed up, thinking I'd never see my father again. I'd wanted to hate him, I'd tried to hate him, but I couldn't. He was a good man. His demon form

had scared me, but he'd said earlier that he was the same person underneath. That appearances meant nothing.

Now I believed it.

Qood'bye, Dad,
I thought as a tear slipped down my cheek.

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And then I walked through the gateway. My stomach lurched a bit and I had a moment of vertigo, but with the next step I was on the street where I lived. Michael stood there with his arms crossed as he waited for me.

"Come on," he said. "I'l walk you to your house."

I shifted my focus to Michael. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"What do you do for fun in the Shadowlands?" "Fun?"

I shrugged. "Here we go to the movies or the mal or just hang out. Or go to dances like Winter Formal tomop row night at school."

"We don't have anything like that." He frowned. "There are lots of books, which is how I learned al about the human realm. I ... I hang out with some of the

other . . . servants . . . who live at the castle. They're okay."

"Anybody your age?"

He shook his head. "Not real y."

I chewed my bottom lip. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No." There was silence then for a moment. "We're here. I guess I'l say good-bye now."

We'd reached my house. I could tel by the big maple tree at the bottom of the front lawn. "What did you think would happen if you told me the truth about who you real y are?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"It does matter. Did you think I'd look down on you?" He pressed his lips together and was apparently finding 117

the ground an extremely interesting thing to look at. "Something like that."

"Wel , you were wrong."

He final y raised his gaze to mine. "But your father said--"

"Forget about what my father said. He has a seriously outdated view of the world, but that's probably because he lives in a different one." I sighed.

"Look, if this could be any other way I wouldn't take the potion at al . I don't want to forget about you. I don't want to forget about any of this."

"You have to drink it."

"I know that, but it doesn't mean I want to."

He let out a breath, but I stil couldn't see it in the cold air. It had to have something to do with his amulet control ing his life force. Even in the darkness it pulsed with a soft green light over his sweatshirt.

"You can get back to your normal life with your . . . your boyfriend, Chris." Michael said his name unpleasantly. "I'm sure you'l be glad when al of this is

over."

"He's not real y my boyfriend," I admitted.

That raised his eyebrows. "But I thought you said--"

"I'm just going to the dance with him."

"I saw him kiss you in the hal way." He didn't sound happy about it. "And yesterday, too."

I thought back to Chris's hal way smooch. Had that honestly only been earlier today? It seemed like a lifetime ago.