much?” he asked, reaching into his desk drawer for a bank draft.
The man laughed and crossed his long leg over his knee. “The queen has no need of your mortal money. What she desires are your daughters.”
“All of them?” he demanded, his eyes narrowing.
“All four of them.”
Reaching for the brandy, Lennox swallowed the contents of the goblet in one swig. Bloody hell, this was going from bad to worse. Never had he thought the queen would demand his daughters. Damn it. He’d already bargained with another of their kind for one of his daughters. That was where his wealth had come from. He wanted the best for his daughters, and before the fey had come, his purse was light, the debts heavy. So, he had made another bargain—one for gold, and his daughter’s happiness and comfort.
Christ, he was a man who had been visited by the fey not once, but twice in his lifetime. And both times the blasted creatures had known what he had wanted.
“The queen demands that you take the girls to London. They are not safe here.”
“Now, see here,” Lennox roared, “I take very good care of my daughters and there is nothing on this green earth that I would allow to harm them.”
“You, Your Grace, will have no power to stop the ones who are coming for them.”
“Bah,” he grumbled, waving off the concern. “There is nothing that wealth and influence cannot buy. My girls are safe here under my protection.”
“Others are coming for them. I assure you, they will not be bought off. Your wealth and influence will mean nothing to them. You must take your daughters and leave. At once. Your son and his wife are hosting a ball tonight, are they not?”
Lennox narrowed his eyes, unnerved that this stranger—this … creature could know something so mundane, yet personal, about his son and the masked ball he was giving.
“I am correct, am I not? Your son is having a grand party.”
“Now, see here. I’m not packing up the house and leaving for London today. Besides, we won’t make it to the ball in time.”
“Do you know who I am?” the stranger asked. He appeared bored, but his voice was sharp, full of warning.
“One of them,” Lennox found himself grumbling as he searched for a way out of this tangle. “Like her.”
The stranger smiled. “Indeed. I am Crom, the queen’s son.”
“It was a pleasure to meet you. Salisbury will see you out.”
Two large palms slammed down atop the shiny rosewood, making Lennox nearly jump out of his skin. “Your Grace, you do not amuse me. I am at the length of my patience. You will take your daughters, and you will leave Glastonbury. Today.”
“We won’t make it in time for the ball,” he repeated, “and I am not having my family on the roads in the dark of night. Thieves come out when the moon rises in the night sky. Infidels, sir. Highwaymen with whom I do not wish to cross paths. Imagine what the bastards will do if they discover my daughters and wife in the carriage.”
“You would risk my temper and my considerable powers to a weak roadside thief?”
Lennox bristled at the dangerous tone. “It cannot be done. Not today.”
“I have many powers, and getting you to London before the ball will be no great trial.”
“And what do you expect me to tell my wife?”
“Tell her whatever you need to. I don’t care. Just take the girls away from here. The others have discovered the presence of your daughters. They will stop at nothing to possess them. They are ruthless. Embittered. Dangerous.”
“The others, you say? “ he asked, looking once more upon the golden faery that loomed over his desk.
“The Dark Fey.”
Lennox felt his face drain of blood for the second time in minutes. Christ, what had he done?
“Pack your things and leave the rest to me. The queen will meet with you four mornings from now in the woods of Richmond Park. Do not fail to arrive, or her gift to your son shall be broken.”
“Wait,” he called as Crom prepared to leave. “What does she want with my girls?”
“It is none of your concern now. You accepted the gift and now it is time to pay the tithe.”
“I … I won’t have them hurt, you blackguard. They’re innocent young women. Good girls.”
“Allow me to allay your fears, Your Grace. They shall be treated like queens. One in particular. Chastity,” he said with a sly smile. “She is to be my bride.”
“And all my daughters? Are they to be wed?”
“Yes.”
“To your kind?”
“Of course.”
Lennox swallowed hard. Bloody hell! “All of them?” he asked in a choked voice. His wife would castrate him if she ever discovered that her daughters were wed to the fey as part of a bargain he had made. There had to be a way out.
Crom’s eyes took on a cruel expression as if he could read Lennox’s mind. “Yes. All of them are to wed and to reside in the Seelie Court. So you had better find a way to break the vow you gave to my mother’s enemy. For no daughter of yours shall be wed to anyone but the men of my court.”
“And these Dark Fey, they’re coming?” he asked in a strangled whisper.
Crom smiled, a show of cruel mirth. “Even now one approaches. I’ll leave you to settle your business with him. I suggest you put an end to your dealings with him. After that, you will depart for London.”
Nodding, Lennox fell back against the leather squabs of his chair. His bloody greed was catching up with him now. He had no alternative but to tuck in his tail and run. Perhaps the faery queen would protect his daughters from the damnable bargain he had made three years ago.
Crom vanished, his figure only to be replaced by that of Salisbury. “Your Grace, a Prince Rinion is here. He claims to be well-known to you.”
Indeed he was. “Send him in, Salisbury.”
The tall, imposing Dark Fey sauntered into the study. His eyes were a startling shade of blue, and his long dark brown hair was worn loose, down to his impressive shoulders. With a smug smile he looked about the room. “How very nicely appointed this library is, Lennox. Much more comfortable than the last time I saw it. I am so glad to see you are enjoying my little gift.”
He couldn’t speak. God help him, his normally calculating mind was blank. What if this Dark Fey discovered his deceit?
“Do you recall that night we struck our bargain? Riches beyond belief, all in return for the hand of your firstborn daughter.”
Lennox
