Chapter four begins with Merry standing naked in an office
with a dude’s hand shoved down her bra.
Okay, well, she’s standing in Jeremy’s office in her black
bra and “matching panties” (side note: anyone else skeeved out by the word
panties? It is my ‘moist’. Fuck that word.) Maury Klein is a sound engineer who
specializes in surveillance pieces, and he is trying to fit Merry with a very
small, very powerful microphone. He is basically man-handling her breasts, 100%
focused on the job and totally non-sexual.
EXCEPT FOR THIS CREEPY PASSAGE:
He’d actually at one point
suggested that the wire might best be hidden inside my body. I’m not shy, but I
vetoed that idea. Maury had shaken his head and muttered, “Don’t know how the
sound quality would hold up, but I wish someone would let me try it.”
Merry’s two coworkers were in the office with her, Jeremy
and Roane Finn. Roane is Merry’s lover for the past two years, and she mentions
that their sex is incredibly intimate due to Roane being the same height as
her. So, 5’3”ish. I can never seem to tell from the descriptions of Roane what
his hairstyle is, however. Dark auburn hair that clings to his face and rolls
down the back of his collar, which leads me to believe dude’s got a mullet. It
wouldn’t surprise me. Oh, and he has perfect red-tinged lips. So a short pale
dude with a mullet who wears red lipstick. Attractive.
You know who else is pale with red lips, hair that frames his face and curls down his neck?
Roane is a roane. Clever, right? I guess roanes are ‘seal
people’, people who had a second ‘seal skin’ that could transform them into
seals. Is this a real fucking thing? My Google-fu is failing me here. If it is
a made up faerie thing, LKH, couldn’t you have, oh I don’t know, CALLED THE
CHARACTER SOMETHING DIFFERENT?
Roane could no longer turn into a roane, however, because
some jerkface fisherman found and burned his seal skin, and now Roane can roane
no more. He gets all sadface about it and like often stares forlornly out into
the night sea. Roane misses his roaneself in a very roanelike manner.
How much roane could a roane Roane roane if a roane Roane could roane Roane?
The other person in the room is Detective Lucy Tate, who
Merry and Gray’s had worked with before. I guess all of the people at Gray’s
have been detective-ised due to the Magical Dispensation Act, which allows those
of magical abilities to obtain a detective’s license without the required
training. Because reasons. Tate and Merry are friendly and like each other, but
Merry thinks there could be something dark inside of Tate because of how
guarded Tate keeps herself.
Once Maury gets the microphone in place, Roane helps Merry
put her dress back on. Despite the fact that the whole ‘dude manhandling
Merry’s boob to put a microphone in place’ scene was played off as totally
unsexy just business, the mood suddenly shifts pretty intensely as Roane helps
Merry into her dress. All of a sudden, it’s just sex sex sex making the room
all hot and heavy, and all that happened was Merry put her clothes back on with
a little help from her seal lover. Once Merry is all dressed, this confusing
conversation takes place:
“How
do you do that?” Detective Tate asked.
The
question startled me, made me turn to her. “Do what?” I asked.
“You
stand there for nearly an hour in nothing but your underwear with a man
fondling your breasts, but it’s not sexual. It’s like an R-rated comedy
routine. Then Roane helps you on with your dress, never touches your bare skin,
just zips you up, and suddenly the sexual tension in the room is thick enough
to walk on. How the hell do you do that?”
“Us,
as in Roane and me, or us as in…” I let the thought trail off.
What?? Did the poor editing faerie strike? I just… this is
what? What is this even? First off, “Roan helps you on with your dress”. Who
talks like this? Then, where is that “Us?” coming from? This is why having an
editor is good, people! Listen to them!
One of the things I’ve found as I’ve read LKH’s novels is,
the more she writes, the worse her editing becomes. Spelling mistakes abound,
wonky grammar, stuff just thrown in that doesn’t even fit in with the
conversation. It’s way worse in her Anita Blake series, but this was just so
strikingly offputting that I had to mention it here. Second time in two
chapters that LKH has written something that makes so little sense, and we’re
reading a goddamn fantasy faerie smut novel.
They then bring in Tate’s partner,
Detective John Wilkes. They had kicked Wilkes out of the room because when
Merry took her dress off for the mic fitting, he spilled his coffee all over
himself. Merry jokes that he “must not see a lot of naked women”. Merry is then
confused when everyone in the room says how absolutely jaw dropping gorgeous
she is.
Merry was raised an ugly duckling,
you see. As part of both courts of faerie, she was never dark enough to be
beautiful to the Unseelie Court, and never light enough to be beautiful to the
Seelie Court. She’s super ugly you guys. Her mom told her so every day.
After this is revealed, Merry begins
to worry that either Roane or Jeremy have guessed her true identity, Princess
Meredith NicEssus, the missing sidhe princess the tabloids go crazy trying to
locate. Meredith worries that if one of them mention her true name out loud, it
would work its way back to her aunt, who has the ability to hear things uttered
in darkness.
They then start discussing their
grand plan: Merry has answered one of Norton’s personal ads, and they have a
date set for tonight. They’re going to get hot and heavy, and Merry is going to
try to get proof that he places compulsion spells on his victims. Roane is then
going to burst down the door as if he’s the jealous boyfriend trying to get his
woman back, to rescue Merry. If Norton proves too much for Roane alone, Uther
is going to help.
Uther is finally described: a 13
foot tall pig-faced man, complete with tusks, a jack-in-irons named Uther
Squarefoot. He is their muscle, but Merry notes he had to excuse himself from
the fitting session, because “seeing an attractive female nearly naked is not
good for a man when there’s no hope of relieving the thoughts that spring unbidden.”
Uther is lonely, because there’s no one his size to fuck him. Merry says that
if she survives the night, she’s going to help find a “lady of the night” to
help him out, because “sex doesn’t have to mean intercourse”.
BUT THEN THERE’S THIS
“If I were truly fey down to my
toes, I’d do Uther myself. That’s what a real friend would do.”
Yeah fucking our friends is what us
women are good for. Yep.
Characters Introduced:
Maury Klein: dorky sound dude. No
height mentioned.
Roane Finn: a roane who can roane no more. 5’3”. Merry’s lover. Sad sack about
swimming.
Detective Lucy Tate: friendly, kind detective friend of Merry’s. Tall and
attractive.
Detective John Wilkes: nerd who can’t get laid
Themes Introduced:
LKH needs to listen to her editor.
Aunt can hear things uttered in the
dark.
Sexiness Level: 1/10. I guess people
could enjoy the scene where Roane helps Merry into her dress. It’s like 3 pages
of describing the heat they generate together in the room. He’s just so short
it totally takes out any sexy for me.
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