I spared a glance for Lucy and Detective Ivan; they had both been introduced to the nightflyers and knew the plan. One of the reasons Detective Ivan was the local policeman in the room was that he was the one who had had the least amount of discomfort interacting with them. Lucy had visited with us at the main house, so she knew that fey came in many shapes and sizes.

Trancer wasn’t pale, he was gray from fear. He had to lick his lips twice before he said in a strained voice, “They could not have traveled here this quickly.”

“You thought that once Sholto was dead no one else could open the way for his sluagh, didn’t you, Trancer?”

He just stared at them; the skin near his one good eye had started to twitch. “This is not possible.”

“Who is the Queen of the Sluagh?” I asked.

They answered in a hissing chorus, “You are, Queen Meredith.” The last syllable of my name hissed nicely in echoes around the room.

“Are you expecting Taranis to rescue you, Lord Trancer?” I asked.

There was the barest flicker of confirmation in his face, quickly hidden between a mixture of ongoing fear and the last bit of arrogance he could muster. “He is the only king I acknowledge.”

“But there, you see, Trancer, we have a problem.”

“I have no problem, for I am a noble of the Seelie Court and neither the humans nor you have authority over me.”

“Actually, we contacted the Seelie Court and they don’t give a damn what we do with you. In fact, the various factions seem to be very busy disavowing all knowledge of your actions.”

He frowned. “What are you babbling about? The factions all bow to our one true king.”

“If you mean Taranis, he is no longer King of the Seelie, or of anyone anywhere for that matter,” I said.

“Your lies will not trick me,” he said.

“It is true that Taranis was the absolute ruler of his court, and once given the throne it’s for life, which means in his case forever.”

“Your own words prove that you are lying,” Trancer said.

“There are only two things that could dethrone a King of the Seelie,” I said.

He blinked at me, and I could see him thinking. “The king is father of at least one of your brats, proving that he is not infertile.”

“Ironic, isn’t it,” I said.

He was recovering himself, burying his fear under centuries of court manners. “King Taranis knows who is loyal to him.”

I smiled a little wider. “Perhaps, but since he is no longer king, his loyalty is of absolutely no help to you.”

“What are you babbling about, girl?”

The nightflyers moved restlessly and it was as if the ceiling and walls breathed and flexed. It was unsettling even to me, and they were on my side.

“Neither my subjects nor I like you very much, Trancer. I’d try to play nicer with us, if I were you.”

He swallowed hard enough that I could hear it, and then said in a much milder tone, “What do you mean that Taranis is no longer king?”

“I told you, there are two reasons that a Seelie ruler will lose their right to rule. One is infertility, but there is one other. It hasn’t been invoked in a very long time, but it’s still irrevocably tied to rulership of the Seelie Court. Do you remember what it is? Because I do. I remembered it when Taranis invaded my dreams at the hospital.”

“He is still physically perfect; his arm was not deformed in reality, only in the dream. He said that he saw it twisted from the corner of his eye, but none of the rest of the court could see it, because it was not real.”

“Not the first time, no,” I said.

“You are lying now; no one can cause true harm in dream. That power was lost to us long ago.”

“Taranis was able to make this dream much more real. I couldn’t break free of it. Maybe it was the drugs the hospital gave me to help with the shock I went into after my king died in my arms, or maybe Taranis recovered more of his own power over dreams. I suppose we’ll never know, but as he made the dream much more real, and much more frightening, I was able to make my magic much more real, too.”

“You didn’t … you couldn’t have.”

“I could, and I did. Whatever power, or favor, Taranis offered you to assassinate Sholto, he can’t pay it now, because as an ex-king he has no access to the treasury, and no ability to make political appointments or give out noble titles. All he can offer now is his friendship. Is that enough, Lord Trancer? Is the friendship of a fallen king payment enough for you to have assassinated a king?”

“You are just trying to manipulate me into a confession of some sort.”

“I do want to know who else is involved in the plot to assassinate King Sholto, Prince Doyle, and Prince Mistral, that is true.”

His arrogance slipped away and what color he’d regained went with it, so that he wasn’t just gray, but pasty gray, as if he were suddenly ill.

“You’re wondering who told me exactly which of my men was being targeted? I could pretend that someone else involved has talked, but the truth is so much better. Taranis himself told me. He confessed everything like a villain in a superhero movie, because he thought he would use a love spell and I would forget everything he told me, or be so besotted with him that I wouldn’t care.”

My anger rose, and with it my magic, so that my skin began to shine, just a little. It was hard to see in the fluorescent light, but Trancer saw it, because the fear made his one good eye flash white, like a horse about to bolt. I took long, even breaths to control my anger and the power. I glanced at the two police in the corner. Lucy gave the smallest shake of her head, telling me to calm down. Detective Ivan was wide-eyed, his hand going to a gun that wasn’t at his hip, because you weren’t allowed to bring guns into an interrogation room. Their reaction let me know that my eyes had started to glow, and maybe even my hair was starting to do that ruby luminescence. I worked until I could swallow most of that magic down, and then did my best to speak calmly.