The Iron Queen Part 26

For a few heart-pounding moments, I waited. Waited for his dark form to slip out of the shadows, for those bright silver eyes to find me. I thought I could feel him nearby, watching. I could almost imagine I sensed his heartbeat, felt his emotions-or maybe that was my own longing. My own sense of loss and grief and regret, and the love I knew could never be.

A weight pressed against my chest, and I smiled sadly. Deep down, I knew he wasn't coming. We were from different worlds, now. Ash couldn't survive in the Iron Realm, and I could not-would not-abandon it. I had responsibilities, to the Iron Realm, to my subjects, to myself. Ash couldn't be a part of that. Better a clean break than to drag it out, wishing for the impossible. He knew that. This was just his final gift; his last farewell.

Still, I hesitated, my stomach in knots, hoping against hope that he would find me, change his mind, and come back. But several silent minutes pa.s.sed, and Ash did not appear. Finally, as the last of the stars faded from the heavens, I put the chain in my pocket and knelt to scratch Beau behind the ears.

"He's something, isn't he?" I asked the dog, who blinked and thumped his tail solemnly. "I don't know where he found you, or how he brought you here, but I'm glad he did. I wish I could see him one more time..." A lump rose to my throat, and I swallowed it down. "You'll like it in your new home, boy," I went on, trying to be cheerful. "Plenty of room, lots of gremlins to chase, and I think you'll really like Paul." The dog whined, c.o.c.king his head. I kissed his long muzzle and stood. "Come on," I said, wiping my eyes, "I'll introduce you."

The sky was now a soft pink. Birds twittered in the branches around me, and a faint wind rustled the leaves. Everywhere, life was stirring, moving on. I took a deep breath and looked to the sky, letting the breeze dry my tears. Ash was gone, but I still had people who needed me, who were waiting for me. I could wallow in my loss, or I could trust my knight and move on. I could wait. Time was on my side, after all. In the meantime, I had a kingdom to run.

"Majesty!"

Glitch's voice shattered the calm of the morning, and my first lieutenant came striding through the trees. Beau growled, flattening his ears, until I touched his neck and he calmed down.

"All you all right?" Glitch asked anxiously, violet eyes wide as he stared at Beau. "What is that...thing? It looks dangerous. Did it hurt you?"

"Beau, this is Glitch," I introduced, and the dog gave a tentative tail wag. "Glitch, this is Beau. Be nice, the both of you. You'll be seeing a lot of each other, I expect."

"Wait. It's coming with us?"

I laughed at his horrified expression. Beau barked happily and wagged his tail, leaning close. I slipped my arm through Glitch's and smiled at the dog pressed against my leg. Life wasn't perfect, but it was as perfect as it could be at the moment. I had a place in the world. I wasn't alone.

"Come on," I told them. "They'll be waiting for us, back at the city. Let's go home."

Ash

He watched her from the fading dark, unseen and invisible, just another shadow in the trees. He wondered if he had been right to come here, to see her one last time, though he knew resisting her was futile. He couldn't leave without seeing her again, hearing her voice and seeing her smile, even though it wasn't for him. He had no illusions about his addiction to her. She had her fingers sunk firmly into his heart, and could do with it what she wished.

He watched her walk away with the Iron faery and the dog, watched them leave to return to her own realm, back to a place he couldn't follow.

For now.

"So." Robin Goodfellow appeared beside him, arms crossed over his chest, also watching the girl and her companions depart. "She's gone."

"Yes."

Goodfellow shot him a sideways glance, wary and expectant. "What now?"

He sighed, raked a hand through his hair. "I have something to do," he murmured. "A promise to keep. I might not be back for a long time."

"Huh." Goodfellow scratched his head, and grinned. "Sounds like fun. Where are we going?"

Now it was his turn to eye the other fey. "I don't recall inviting you."

"Too bad, ice-boy." Infuriating as always, Goodfellow leaned back and smirked at him. "I've had enough of war and killing for a while. Tormenting you is so much more fun. Besides..." Goodfellow sighed and looked back to the now-empty steps. "I want her to be happy, and she's most happy with you. Maybe this will make up for...past mistakes." He shook his head and returned to his normal idiocy. "So, either you say, 'sure, I'd love to have you along,' or you have a big bird dropping things on your head the whole trip."

He sighed, defeated. Perhaps it was best for Goodfellow to trail along. He was a competent fighter after all. And they had been...friends...once. Though this journey would change nothing. "Fine," he muttered. "Just stay out of my way."

The Summer faery grinned, rubbing his hands together, looking gleeful. He felt a brief moment of trepidation, inviting Puck along. Most likely, they would try to kill each other before the trip was through. "So, where are we going?" Goodfellow asked. "I a.s.sume you have some sort of plan for this adventure."

An adventure. He didn't think of it that way, but it didn't matter. I don't care what it's called. I just want to be with her at the end. I'm not giving up. Meghan, I'll be with you soon. Please, wait for me. I don't care what it's called. I just want to be with her at the end. I'm not giving up. Meghan, I'll be with you soon. Please, wait for me.

"Hey, ice-boy. Did you hear me? Where are we going? What are we doing?"

"I heard you," he murmured, and turned away, beginning to walk into the trees. "And yes, I have a plan."

"Really. Do enlighten me."

"First, we're going to find a certain cat."

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.

It occurred to me, as I sat down to write this page, that I have come to the end of book three. Book three, three, and a few years back, I didn't even know if I would publish a single novel. Of course, I couldn't get here without the help of many awesome, wonderful people. Without them, I never could've written and a few years back, I didn't even know if I would publish a single novel. Of course, I couldn't get here without the help of many awesome, wonderful people. Without them, I never could've written The End The End on the final page of the final chapter. I have so many people to be grateful for. on the final page of the final chapter. I have so many people to be grateful for.

Thanks to my parents, who put up with a daughter who daydreamed her way through school, hid novels behind her math textbooks during cla.s.s, wrote stories when she was supposed to be taking notes, and generally drove her poor teachers insane. Though you lamented my complete and utter disinterest in math and social studies, you still encouraged me to dream.

Thanks to the people on the inside: my awesome agent, Laurie McLean, who knows the business far better than I, for which I am very grateful. To my wonderful editor, Natashya Wilson, who is probably the strongest and most dedicated person I know. To the entire Harlequin Teen staff, for awesome support, beautiful covers, and making this whole experience completely and utterly amazing.

A huge shout-out to the awesome YA book bloggers of the blogosphere, for taking the time to read, post your thoughts online, and spread the word. You are truly a dedicated, pa.s.sionate group. To the awesome Tenners, whom I'm pleased to be a part of: thanks for being there to share triumphs and frustrations, to talk about things only other authors can sympathize with. It was nice to be able to vent without people edging away from the "crazy writer lady."

Thanks to all my readers, for Team Ash and Team Puck, for those crazy fights on Twitter that amuse me far more than they should. Thank you for making it fun.

And, as always, my deepest grat.i.tude goes to my husband, Nick, who continues to be my best support and inspiration. Still couldn't have done it without him.

Books by Julie Kagawa

The Iron Fey series

The Iron King

The Iron Daughter

The Iron Queen