Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

my wind back. “Wait. Adam, this is Nemane, the fae who was sent here to deal with the guard’s death.”
    â€œThe one who was willing to let Zee die rather than find the real murderer?” He lifted his upper lip in contempt as he spoke.
    â€œAdam?” Nemane said coolly. “As in Adam Hauptman? What is the werewolf Alpha doing with our stolen property?”
    â€œThey came to help me,” I said.
    â€œAnd who are you?” She cocked her head to the side and I realized that I didn’t sound like myself. My voice was hoarse, as if I’d been smoking for a dozen years—or screaming all night. And Nemane was blind.
    â€œMercedes Thompson,” I said.
    â€œCoyote,” she said. “What mischief have you been making tonight?” She took a step forward, into the room, and all the werewolves stiffened. “And whose blood is feeding the night?”
    â€œI found your murderer,” I told her tiredly, resting my face against Adam’s bare skin. His scent washed over me in a falsely comforting wave: he didn’t love me. I was so weary that I accepted the comfort while I could. I would be alone soon enough. “And he brought his own death upon himself.”
    The tension in the air went down noticeably as Nemane’s magic quit scenting the air. But the wolves waited for Adam to tell them the danger was over.
    â€œDarryl, call Samuel and see if he can come,” Adam said quietly. “Then call Mercy’s policeman. Honey, there’s a blanket and some spare clothes in the back of the truck. Fetch them.”
    â€œShould we call Warren, too?” asked Ben, looking away from Nemane so he could see Adam, but his eyes stopped on my arm. “Bloody hell. Look at her wrist.”
    I didn’t want to, so I watched Nemane, because she was the only one who didn’t look horrified. It takes a bit to horrify a werewolf. I’d certainly never managed it before.
    â€œIt’s crushed,” said Nemane, in her cool professorial voice. “And her arm broken above it, too.”
    â€œHow can you tell that?” said Honey, returning with the blankets and clothes. “You’re blind.”
    The fae smiled. Not a happy expression. “There are other ways of seeing.”
    â€œHow can they fix that?” said Ben, looking at my arm. He sounded a lot more shaken up than I expected from Ben. Werewolves are used to violence and its results.
    Nemane walked past Adam like a wolf on a scent. She bent and picked up the druid horse’s skin. It must have fallen off Tim when Adam ripped him to pieces.
    Those pieces might haunt my dreams for a good long time, but I was too numb to be horrified by them now.
    Nemane caressed the cloak and shook her head. “No wonder we couldn’t find him. Here, this is what she needs.” She’d found the goblet where it had rolled under my tool chest.
    â€œWhat is that?” asked Adam.
    â€œOrfino’s Bane, it was once called, Huon’s cup, or Manannan’s gift. It has a few uses and one of those is healing.”
    â€œThat’s not what it does,” I told Adam in a horrified whisper.
    Nemane looked at me.
    â€œHe made her drink from it,” Adam said. “I thought it contained some kind of drug—but it’s fairy magic?”
    She nodded. “In the hands of a human thief, it allows him to enslave another, given as a gift it will heal as well, and in the hands of the fae it will testify to truth.”
    â€œI won’t drink it,” I told Adam’s shoulder, shifting in his arms until I’d gotten as far from the cup as I could.
    â€œIt will heal her?” he asked.
    We all heard a car drive up.
    â€œIt’s one of mine,” Adam said—I assumed he was talking to the fae because the rest of us could all recognize the sound of Samuel’s car. To get here so fast he must have come from work. The hospital was only a few blocks away. “He’s a doctor. I’d like to get his opinion.”
    When he came in, Samuel’s single, awed swearword took in the whole garage: bits of Tim scattered wherever Adam had deposited them, blood all over the place, a couple of naked people (Adam and I), and Nemane in her full fae glory.
    â€œI need you to check out Mercy’s arm,” Adam said.
    I didn’t want him to touch it. It was numb right now, but I knew that could change at any time. It looked more like a pretzel than