Jenna Black - Shadowspell

acknowledgments

Thanks to all the wonderful people at St. Martins who helped bring this book into being, including (but not limited to): Jennifer Weis, Anne Bensson, and Hilary Teeman. Thanks to my agent, Miriam Kriss, for her help and guidance, and to the Deadline Dames for their continued support. Lastly, thanks to my fabulous critique partner, Kelly Gay, whose insights and advice never fail to make my books better.

Also by Jenna Black

glimmerglass

chapter one

Going on a date with a bodyguard hanging over your shoulder sucks.

Okay, technically, it wasnt really a date. At least, thats what I kept telling myself. Ethan was just a friend. A totally hot, sexy friend who made my hormones do a happy dance, but still just a friend. And if I knew what was good for me, Id keep it that way.

After a couple of nasty betrayals that had hurt me more than I cared to admit, Ethan had risked his life to save mine, and Id agreed to wipe our slate clean. The problem was, it isnt that easy to rebuild broken trust, especially when I still had so many reasons not to fully trust him.

For three weeks after he saved my life, I tried to keep my distance, but it didnt seem to discourage him. He called, e-mailed, and IMed me about a billion times asking me to go out with him, and I finally gave in. Hed wanted dinner and a movie. That seemed way too date-like to me, so I bargained him down to just the movie.

As I sat in the darkened theater beside him, I realized my bargaining skills could use some work. Dinner would have been safer than the movie. I tried to be subtle as I checked over my shoulder to see how closely Finn, my bodyguard, was watching me.

To my relief, I saw that hed done me the courtesy of sitting three rows backfar enough away to give me the illusion of privacy, but close enough that he could come to my rescue if I needed it.

I wasnt surprised to see I had Finns full attention, despite the distraction of the movie. He was a Knight of Faerie, and he took his job very, very seriously. Which was a good thing, because both the Queens of Faerie wanted me dead.

I turned to face front again. Ethan held out the bag of popcorn, and I took a handful, getting salt and melted butter all over my fingers.

Napkin? I asked, holding out my other hand.

Sorry, he said, but the corner of his mouth was lifted in his trademark grin. Forgot to get napkins.

I gave him my best dirty look, not buying the innocent expression he was giving me. Maybe hed get a kick out of watching me lick my fingers, but I wasnt about to give him the satisfaction. Id have gone to the lobby to get my own napkins, only Id have to crawl over three people to get to the aisle. Besides, the movie had already started. Not that I was paying any attention to it. With a grunt of resignation, I grabbed another handful of popcorn and sank a little lower into my seat.

Somehow, Ethans arm had found its way around my shoulders. I tried to shrug it offthough a part of me would rather have leaned into him.

This isnt a date, remember? I hissed at him, trying to sound annoyed instead of breathless. Id been very clear about that when wed talked on the phone, and Ethan had agreed to my terms. Of course, just because hed agreed to them didnt mean he planned to abide by them.

Even in the dark of the theater, Ethans smile was devastating. I remember. But you never said I couldnt flirt with you.

Shh! said someone from the row behind us before I had a chance to retort.

I fumed a bit as Ethans arm settled more comfortably around my shoulders. It would be a lot easier to resist him if he werent so irresistible. He was hot even for a Fae, with long blond hair and gorgeous teal blue eyes. The slight bump on his nose that suggested it had once been broken kept him from looking too perfectand made him even more sexy.

I reminded myself that there was only so much he could get away with, with Finn back there watching us like a hawk. A bodyguard with a heaping side dish of chaperone. Ethan was incredibly cocky, but hed always shown a healthy respect for the Knight.

I munched on the popcorn and tried to pay attention to the movie. Ethan didnt help the situation when he started idly stroking my shoulder with his fingers. I felt like I should tell him to quit it, but I liked the way his caress gave me little goose bumps. He leaned closer to me, and I smelled a hint of spicy aftershave blending with the popcorn and butter. Before I knew it, my head was resting against his shoulder.

If I was trying to get across the not a date message, I was doing a crappy job of it.

Id lost my appetite for popcorn entirely, and didnt protest when Ethan set the bag down on the floor. I couldnt quite get myself to wipe my greasy fingers on my jeans, but licking them seemed too tacky. Besides, Id already decided not to give Ethan the satisfaction.

Ethan solved my dilemma by reaching over, taking my hand, and guiding it to his mouth. I was clueless enough that I had no idea what he was about to do until his mouth closed over my index finger. I made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak.

My brain told my hand to jerk away from Ethans mouth. My hand didnt listen.

Ethan sucked gently on my finger, his soft, hot tongue licking up the butter and salt. My mouth had gone dry, and I had trouble getting any air into my lungs. Id have thought having a guy I wasnt even dating put my finger in his mouth would feel gross. Shows how little I knew.

Ethan finished with my index finger and moved on to my third finger. I felt like I was about to spontaneously combust. My face felt flushed, almost feverish, and my heart beat from somewhere around my throat. My conviction that this shouldnt feel good was rapidly disappearing.

The nasty, suspicious part of my brain that said I could never trust Ethan again after hed tried a roofie-like spell on me once before went on high alert, searching for signs that my reaction was caused by magic rather than my own desires. But though my skin prickled with sensation, it was a toe-curling prickle of pleasure, not the electric-shock prickle of magic.

Ethan let go of my hand, and I found myself turning my head toward him, hoping he would kiss me. His lips were shiny from the butter, and I knew I would practically drown in the taste of them. Lips parted, he leaned in to me.

But before his lips could touch mine, a piece of popcorn bounced off the tip of his nose. We both turned to look behind us.

I hadnt noticed Finn buying popcornsomehow, that seemed like an odd thing for a Fae Knight to dobut he was holding up another kernel in warning and giving us a stern look. I guess he hadnt been able to see what Ethan was doing before the almost-kiss, or wed probably be buried in popcorn by now.

My cheeks heated in a blush, but Ethan just laughed softly and leaned back in his seat. I dont suppose the popcorn missiles could have stopped him from kissing me if he really wanted to, but they did kind of spoil the mood.

Just as well, I reminded myself. Id let Ethan overrule my common sense before, and Id been burned for it. He claimed he was genuinely into me, but I still had trouble believing it. A guy like him had no trouble attracting girls way prettierand more willing to put outthan me. It didnt make sense for him to want to date me of all people. Unless he had ulterior motives.

Once upon a time, Id thought of myself as a relatively ordinary girl, though my alcoholic mom had made it impossible for me to be as ordinary as I would have liked. Id gotten fed up with her drinking and run away from home, coming to Avalonthe only place where Faerie and the mortal world intersectto meet my Fae father. That was when Id discovered I was a Faeriewalkera rare individual who could travel freely between Faerie and the mortal world, with the added perk of being able to bring magic into the mortal world and technology into Faerie. The last Faeriewalker before me had died like seventy-five years ago, and Id found myself the helpless rope in a game of political tug of war. With Ethan and his father on one end of that rope.