It was a round silver medallion with a jewel in the center, and in the depths of it a faint light glimmered. He nodded, and then took something out of a pocket and handed it down to her. She slid off the horse and it was a long way down, and when she looked up at him, he seemed very tall and strange. “You will walk from here,” Sidhean said to her. When Sidhean pulled the horse to a halt, she awoke and saw that they had reached the edge of the Wood. The rhythm of the horse’s paces lulled Ash into sleepiness, and she lay her head upon his back, closing her eyes for what she thought was only a moment. She slid her arms around his waist, twisting to see if she could catch a last glimpse of the dancing circle, but there was nothing there. “Hold on,” he told her, and turned the horse away from the fairy ring. He mounted the horse and then reached down to help her up behind him. They stood in silence until the white horse emerged, ghostly pale, out of the dark. He turned away from her and said, “I will take you home.” “I told her that you were mine that I had given you this cloak that she could not have you.” The tone of his voice was curiously flat, as if he were reining himself in. She held his fists more tightly in her hands and asked, “What did you tell that-that woman?” “It is not time,” he said, and she felt him withdrawing from her. His fingers were curled up into fists, hard and closed. “Then explain it to me,” she said, and took his hands in hers. “It feels like I am coming closer to the beginning.” “Every time you come near me,” he said, “you come closer to the end of everything.” “But you are more reckless than she ever was.” He turned toward her and swept a strand of hair out of her eyes, his fingers leaving a burning trail on her skin. “She was…she was different from any other human woman I have known,” he said. He made a sound that she recognized as something of a laugh. She went to him and put her hand on his arm and asked, “What was she like?” You look like Elinor.”Īstonished, Ash said, “Do you mean my mother?” He nodded very slightly, but still would not face her. He pulled away from her slowly, as if reluctant to let her go, and when she opened her eyes he had turned away. She asked in a faint voice, “Who do I look like?” She closed her eyes, feeling his thumbs trace the line of her lips. His words registered dimly at first, for she was mostly aware of him, his nearness, but as the silence filled the space between them she realized what he had said. He spoke as if he could not help himself: “You look like her.” And he cupped her head in his hands, turning her up to face the moonlight sliding through the tree branches. It was overwhelming in its intensity, and she felt as though she could not breathe. She had seen the wild, ancient creature in him before, but this time that inhumanness edged into something she recognized with her gut: He looked at her with desire. She took his hands in hers, and for the first time she felt him warm at her touch. “I know she is dead,” she said, and at last, it felt like something that had happened long ago. Something inside her crumpled a weight settled.
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Perhaps her vehemence cleared away the last of the glamour, because Ash suddenly saw him staring intently at her, and for the first time the skin and bones of his face were knit together into one, and he looked-to her astonishment-like he was worried. “Stop it-don’t say that!” she shouted at him, angry.
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