Black Jenna - Sirensong. 3

To Sibyl, who helped me learn some of the lessons Dana had to learn in this book, but without any death or dismemberment.

acknowledgments

My thanks to the many great people at St. Martins, especially my editor, Jennifer Weis, and her assistant, Mollie Traver. Thanks to my agent, Miriam Kriss, who dropped everything to read this manuscript overnight when I got horribly stuck. Not only that, she even managed to get me unstuck! My thanks also to my husband, Dan, who is my first reader for all my books and gets to share in the joys of the deadline crunch. And lastly, thanks to the Deadline Dames, who are always there for me when I need some words of encouragement. You rock!

contents

Title Page

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Epilogue

Also by Jenna Black

Copyright

chapter one

I hate politics. Too bad my father is a big-deal Fae politician, hoping to get bigger. Also too bad that Id run away from home to escape my alcoholic mother and live with my father in hopes of a more normal life, because what Id gotten was a heaping helping of anything-but-normal, with a side order of mortal danger. Which is how I found myself dressed in an insanely expensive midnight-blue evening dresswearing heels, no lessand being escorted by my tux-clad father to a fancy state dinner I wanted no part of.

The dinner was at the Consuls mansion. My dad and I joined the glittering cream of Avalon high society, waiting in line between the velvet ropes as a pair of Knights controlled traffic and checked invitations. Id never been to an event anywhere near as formal as this before, and I wouldnt have been at this one if my dad hadnt insisted.

When I came to Avalon, the only place where the mortal world and Faerie intersect, I already knew my father was some kind of big-deal Fae. What I didnt know was all the zillions of ways his status would affect my life. Or that he would try to use me as a pawn in his political chess game. You see, in a little more than a year, the current human Consulthe most powerful person in Avalon, kind of like a president, but not reallywas going to have to step down in favor of a Fae. The Consulship changes hands between humans and Fae every ten years, and my dad was bound and determined to be the next Consul of Avalon.

Another thing Id had no clue about before Id blundered into Avalon was that every once in a while, when a really powerful Faelike, say, my fatherhad a child with a human, that child was special. A Faeriewalker, someone with enough Fae blood to travel into Faerie and enough mortal blood to travel into the mortal world. But heres the kicker: not only can Faeriewalkers travel freely in both worlds, they can bring magic into the mortal world and technology into Faerie.

Yup, you guessed it: Im a Faeriewalker. A rare breed, seeing as the last one before me died almost a century ago. And because of my unique abilities, I became a political asset, which was why my dad was dragging me along to this event when Id have preferred to stay home and scrounge something from the fridge. Everyone in freakin Avalon knew about me, knew I was a Faeriewalker, but Dad had to trot me out to the dinner and show me off, remind everyone that I was his daughter and that if he became Consul, hed use me to Avalons advantage. Never mind that I wasnt going to let him use me for anything, and he knew it.

Try not to scowl quite so fiercely, Dana, he said to me in a dry undertone as we inched toward the head of the line.

I tried to wipe the scowl from my face, though Im not sure I succeeded. You are going to owe me for this big-time, I muttered, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his lips curve into a faint smile.

Maybe youll enjoy yourself, he suggested, handing his invitation to the Knight with the clipboard.

Knights are Fae warriors, and there was something just wrong about seeing one standing there with a clipboard. Of course, he probably had about a hundred weapons concealed on him, and I could feel the prickly sensation of magic surrounding him. Supposedly only true Fae could sense magic, but I was apparently the exception. Because being a garden-variety Faeriewalker didnt make me freakish enough. Id managed to keep my affinity with magic hidden from almost everyoneeven my fatherso far, and I planned to keep it that way.

The Knight waved us through, and we climbed a set of red-carpeted stairs into a cavernous marble entryway. There were more Knights inside, directing the crowd down a long hallway and making sure no one strayed from the path. They were dressed in tuxes, just like all the other men in the crowd, but they stuck out like sore thumbs anyway, with their muscular builds, their severe expressions, and their not-so-covert surveillance.

Yeah, this is going to be tons of fun, I mumbled, keeping my voice low so it wouldnt echo off the marble. I didnt need any prior experience with state dinners to guess it was going to include a lot of long, boring speeches. And that Dad was going to introduce me to a lot of people with whom I was supposed to make polite small talk and smile. Just how any sixteen-year-old likes to spend the evening, right?

I could, of course, be a total brat and play the part of the sullen, bored teenager, making my dad regret dragging me along. But he and I were still sort of learning our way around each other, and if I was going to be difficult about something, it would be something more important than whether or not I had to sit through a bunch of speeches.

At the end of the hallway, we had to stand in line again, but this was worse, because I could seeand hearwhat was in store for us when we got to the head of the line. There was a tall, thin Fae man standing there, and everyone stopped when they stepped up beside him, then waited for him to announce their names in a loud, deep voice, after which they could finally enter the room and go through an endless-looking receiving line.

Groan! If it took this much time and effort to even get in, I didnt want to know how long the dinner was going to take. I wondered if I could convince Dad Id suddenly developed a migraine, or the flu. Maybe Ebola.

Youre scowling again, Dad whispered, and I gave him a dirty look.

This counts as cruel and unusual punishment, I told him. And I havent even done anything wrong. The bratty, sullen teenager idea was beginning to hold a certain appeal. Maybe I could embarrass my dad enough to make him send me home.

Dad sighed, but wed reached the head of the line so he made no comeback. We stood on the landing right outside an honest-to-goodness ballroom, and I was painfully aware that even though we hadnt been announced yet, and even though there was a lovely Fae woman currently making her way through the receiving line, practically all eyes in the room were on us . My palms felt clammy, and I hoped my face wasnt flushed with embarrassment.

Seamus Stuart, the gatekeeper, or whatever you call him, intoned, and anyone who hadnt already been looking at us turned their heads in our direction. And Dana Stuart, the gatekeeper finished, and I had to clench my teeth to resist the urge to correct him.