Chapter 14 begins with Sage staring at his newly-sidhe eyes
in a mirror. Merry is staring at him and finds herself now oddly attracted to
him, and it unnerves her. Hahaha how superficial. But I guess Sage is really
affecting her, because we get like 4 pages of Merry talking to herself trying
to calm down.
Stop it, Meredith, stop it. I tried not to think, but only to count my
breaths. I took air deep into my body, and let it out slowly. When my pulse was
calm, I started to count not the deep, even breaths, but just to count. When I
reached sixty, I lowered my hands slowly.
I was staring into washboard abs so sculpted they looked artificial. I knew
that stomach. I gazed up and found Rhys’s chest, and finally his face. “Are you
all right, Merry?”
Merry’s not sure, and she realizes that for some reason she
feels afraid, but she cannot figure out what she’s not suddenly afraid of. She
feels something on the bed move, and her attention is drawn to Nicca, who comes
over to Merry to comfort her. The minute he touches her shoulders, she
instantly feels calmed. Rhys again asks her if she’s okay, but instead of
answering she tells him to go get Doyle.
Rhys leaves, and Merry starts staring at Nicca’s newly formed
wings. It was as if the tattooed-wings just sprang to life from his back. Then
there is the LONGEST PARAGRAPH IN THE WORLD describing how beautiful and
colorful and whatever they are. Nicca is drawn to her, and they start kissing.
Then, Nicca bites Merry gently, but then tells Merry he wants to sink his teeth
into her flesh, he wants to feed off of Merry’s body.
He can’t quite explain what he wants from Merry. He doesn’t
want to eat Merry’s flesh, or drink her blood, or even have sex with her, but
he’s finding himself drawn to her, as if she is going to cover all his basic
needs. Doyle appears in the door and tells them that Merry has become the
Goddess, and what Nicca craves is the touch of the divine.
Doyle tells Merry that she needs sleep badly, and he lays
her down on the bed. As soon as she lays down, and Doyle knees beside her, she feels this
pressure that was in the room leave, and everything feels like it is back to
normal. Doyle then notices that the magic cup had fallen off the side table and
had rolled under the bed, but it wasn’t natural. The silk pillowcase they had
wrapped it in lay in a perfectly folded rectangle under the cup.
“As
I said, Merry, the chalice has a mind of its own, but I would move it farther
from the bed if I were you. Otherwise you will have a busy night every time one
of us comes to you.”
I shivered. “What’s happening, Doyle?”
“The Goddess has decided to become busy among us once more, so it would seem.”
“Explain that,” I said.
He looked up at me. “The chalice has returned, and on the day of its return Her
grace pours upon us once more. Cromm Cruach walks among us once more, as does
Conchenn. Those of us who were gods are returning to our former glory, and some
who were never gods are being visited with such powers as they never dreamt to
have.”
“The Goddess is using Merry as a messenger,” Rhys said. He frowned and shook
his head. “No, Merry is like the flesh version of the chalice. It fills with
grace and pours upon us.”
So Merry is apparently the Goddess’s vessel of power or some
crap. Cool, she needed super powers.
Sage then asks Doyle to look at his eyes, to see what Merry
did with her power. Doyle asks Sage if he’s shifted to his normal demi-fey size
body since the sex, since the sidhe eyes formed, and Sage begins wailing. Merry
moves over to comfort him, and he pushes her away screaming at her to not touch
him.
“You
have stolen my wings from me, Merry,” he said, and there was a look on his
face, of such unbearable loss, that I moved toward him. I had to hold him. Had
to touch him Had to try to take that look from his eyes.
He held a pale yellow hand out toward me. “No, no more, Merry. I have had
enough of the sidhe for one night.”
Apparently, to the demi-fey, if they have wings but not the
ability to fly, as now Sage and Nicca have, they are cursed. Flight, to the
demi-fey, is the most important things in their lives. The chapter ends with
Sage cursing all the “wicked, wicked sidhe” for turning into something that
will never experience the true joy of the demi-fey again, then storming off like a petulant child.
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