On the Prowl

he was being teased. He moved to join me on the bed, ending up a little too close for comfort, but I couldn’t very well object as there were no chairs in the room. I suppose the people who came there didn’t do a lot of chatting. “Mine is one, the Svarestri are another. We, er, don’t get along.”
    I’d figured that much out on my own. “Why do they hate you?”
    “Too many reasons to list. But I’m sure they would be very interested to know how I was able to get into one of their towns—with a large stuffed dragon’s head no less—without being seen.” He picked up one of my bruised feet, regarding it with a frown. “You won’t be doing any more running for some time. We’re going to need a horse.”
    I refused to be distracted by his touch. “I still don’t understand how we got here. I thought all portals into Faerie were well guarded.”
    “The official ones are,” he agreed, beginning absentmindedly to stroke the length of my arch. I knew I should pull my foot away, but it felt incredibly good. “But, according to legend, the rune can transport its user from any point on Earth to any point in Faerie. Unlike someone using the official portals, which have set targets, with the rune the user has only to think of a destination and there he is.”
    The Fey’s expression told me that there was more going on here than I understood. When he spoke about the rune, he looked almost euphoric. “So?”
    “So whoever has the rune could place spies behind enemy lines, put assassins into an enemy leader’s bedchamber, or even send an entire army into the heart of their rival’s territory—all with no warning being given!”
    “You’re planning to invade?” I asked nervously.
    “Not unless the Svarestri force our hand.” His eyes narrowed to sapphire slits. “They once ruled all of Faerie, and have ambitions to do so again. The rune would serve as a significant deterrent.”
    I put two and two together. “That’s why you were at Gerald’s.”
    “One of our human contacts saw the listing and brought it to our attention. We thought it—what is the phrase?—a long shot, but worth investigating.”
    “Maybe the Svarestri thought the same, and the mage was their contact.”
    “Unlikely. They despise humans, even magical ones. And they know little about your world, which they frequent only rarely. If he was working for anyone, it would be the Alorestri. Of all our people, they have the most contact with humans.”
    “Alorestri?” All these Fey names were starting to get confusing, and the slow strokes he was making along my arch weren’t helping.
    “The Green Fey, as they are commonly known, because their livery is green and white,” he explained. “The Svarestri, meaning the Black Fey, wear black and silver in battle. My people are commonly called the Blarestri, because our colors are blue and gold. Our real names, of course, are never used.”
    That, at least, I understood. Names carried power, and I’d heard rumors that the Fey never told anyone theirs for fear it would strengthen any spells used against them. But something was bugging me. “Then you were thinking about the Svarestri at the auction?”
    “No. I assure you, I think about them as little as possible.”
    “I wasn’t thinking about them, either,” I told him quietly.
    He just looked at me for a second, then his eyes widened. “It was the mage who opened the portal; his thoughts must have determined where we were sent.”
    I finished the thought for him. “And if he was working for the Alorestri, why was he thinking about the Svarestri when he activated the rune?”
    He clenched his jaw. “I must get it back! We would use it as a deterrent, but I do not trust the Svarestri to do the same!”
    “How do we get back, if the rune is on the other side of the portal?” Despite Sebastian’s interest, I thought my chances would be better back home. Seb would prefer to take me alive, so he could sell me to his damned Harvesters. The Fey didn’t seem to have that handicap. And I definitely didn’t want to get stuck in the middle of one of their wars.
    “That will depend on where we are. The Alorestri try to maintain good relations with everyone. Their lands run alongside the border with the Dark Fey and they need troops from all of us if they are to hold it. If we can make it into their lands, I should be able to persuade them to let us use one of their portals.”
    “And if we aren’t near the