The Faerie Prince (Creepy Hollow, #2) (3 page)

“Yes, all sixteen of us,” someone says in the front row.

“Okay.” He rubs his hands together. “I’m sure your various mentors have spoken to you already about your final assignments—” he glances at Ryn and Asami, the two trainees he’s mentored for the past five years “—but I still need to make sure we’re all on the same page. So. As you know, throughout your five years as a trainee your assignments progressed from grouped to paired to solo. It might seem strange, then, that you do your final assignment with a partner and not on your own.” Several trainees nod their heads. “The reason behind the paired final assignment is that it mimics the assignments of real guardians. So far you’ve been taking care of fairly simple incidents—an ogre trying to eat a child, a will-o’-the-wisp leading a hiker to his death—”

“He considers that simple?” Honey whispers.

“—but fully trained guardians get involved in far more complex and dangerous situations. Situations that take a lot longer than a few minutes to resolve. These kinds of assignments require that guardians work in teams, which is why we give you a partner for your final assignment. Any questions so far?” When there’s no answer, Bran gets up and begins walking between the desks. “Okay, so here’s how it works. This afternoon you will report to your mentor who will give you the details of your assignment and the name of your randomly selected partner. You and your partner will have the weekend to prepare, and you will then leave from the Guild on Monday morning. You have until Friday to complete the assignment.”

Jasmine sticks her hand up. “Are we allowed to come home at night?”

Bran shakes his head. “As those of you with guardian parents will know, you are not allowed to return home until an assignment is complete.”

“But why?” Jasmine asks. “It only takes a few seconds through the faerie paths to get home, so what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal, Jasmine,” Bran says patiently, “is that you have no idea how the situation might change in your absence. You always need to be aware of what’s going on.”

“Are you saying I have to stay awake for the entire assignment?”

“No, that’s—” Bran cuts himself off with a sigh. “Why don’t you talk to your mentor about this later, okay?” Jasmine nods, and Bran continues with his instructions. “The first thing you do upon your return is report to your mentors and give them your tracker bands so they can see how you did. You’ll also have to submit a written report a few days later.”

“Does the report count toward our rankings?” Aria asks.

“Yes. Everything counts, you know that, Aria. And, speaking of rankings, they remain a secret until graduation, which is in four weeks’ time.”

“And the prize for top graduate is still the same?” Ryn asks.

“Yes. A monetary gift from the Guild, your name in the Hall of Honor, and a visit to the Seelie Court. Any more questions?” Bran looks around at the shaking heads. “Great. After lunch you report to your mentors.”

The Guild’s Hall of Honor is a vast room filled with pillars. On each side of every pillar is a plaque where the name of the top guardian graduate is written each year. It isn’t a room I visit very often, but every now and then I stop by to remind myself why I keep working so hard to be the top graduate in my class. And right now, before receiving my final assignment, seems like a good time.

I walk slowly between the pillars as I head for the plaque with my mother’s name. My boots cause a faint echo each time they connect with the centuries-old wooden floor. Shadows flicker from the flames that burn perpetually in the torches attached to the walls. I thought it was a little eerie the first time I came in here, but now it evokes a sense of comfortable familiarity.

I stop when I reach my mother’s plaque. There are ten names from ten different years. Hers is third from the top. Rose Hawthorne. Gold letters on dark wood.

“I’ve finally reached the last hurdle,” I whisper, imagining that somehow she can hear me. “And I’m going to do it, Mom. I’m going to win the top prize.” I reach up and run my finger across her name, feeling the raised letters. Then I drop back down onto my heels and head out of the hall.

Time to get on with the final hurdle.

I climb the stairs that lead to Tora’s corridor. The last time I saw her, it was for a counseling session—the goblin in the park—and she mentioned she’d been asked to visit some other Guild for a few days. Well, a few days turned into a few more, and a few more, and I ended up having all my assignments in the past two weeks organized by Honey’s mentor, Tina. It’s probably the longest I’ve gone without seeing Tora since the day I met her.

So when I knock on her office door and there’s no response, I feel a definite sinking in the region of my heart. Where is she? She’s the closest thing I have to family and I miss her! I push her door open and find the office in darkness, which is even more disturbing. Wasn’t she supposed to come back last night?

I leave the door open to let some light in and sit down in one of the chairs. She must be here somewhere, otherwise I would have been told to see a different mentor. I lean back and twirl a strand of hair around my finger. I wonder who Ryn’s seeing tonight and why he won’t even tell his friends about it.

After several minutes of pondering the possibilities of Ryn’s love life, I hear hurried footsteps in the corridor. A second later Tora strides into her office, a stack of papers clutched in her hands. “I’m so sorry I’m late, Vi.” She dumps the papers on her desk. “I was called to an unexpected meeting, and—” She glances up at the ceiling. “Oh, the glow-bug. He squirmed out of here and all the way to the end of the corridor while I was away. Lonely, I think. I’m sure I asked someone to—Oh, thank you,” she says, stepping aside as two dwarves march in, one with a fat, yellow glow-bug in his hands. They climb onto Tora’s desk, one gets onto the other’s shoulders, and they secure the glow-bug to the ceiling. They climb down and leave without a word to either of us.

“And now they tell me I have to
talk
to the bug occasionally or he’ll leave in search of a different room,” Tora continues as the glow-bug slowly warms up to its shining state. “Honestly. I’m sure glow-bugs weren’t always this sensitive.” She sits down with a heavy sigh. “So, do you want the bad news or the really bad news?”

“Wow. Good afternoon. It’s nice to see you too, Tora. It’s only been, what? Two and a half weeks?”

A pink tinge colors Tora’s cheeks. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She jumps up and walks around to my side of the desk. “I’ve been so busy since I got back last night that it feels like I never left.” She puts her arms around me and I hug her back, tighter than normal, realizing suddenly that this is what I’ve wanted since the moment I woke up in Ryn’s house and the reality of Nate’s betrayal hit me.

“You okay?” she asks, pulling back. “Everything go all right with Tina while I was in London?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool.” There’s no point in telling her about Nate now that’s it’s all over. It would only hurt our relationship if she knew that I’d disobeyed her instructions to give Nate the
Forget
potion. I pull my knees up to my chest. “So, what were you doing over there anyway?”

“Oh, you know.” She waves a dismissive hand as she sits down again. “Boring Guild stuff. Anyway, let’s get back to what’s important.” She places her hands on the desk and looks at me. “Your final assignment.”

“Is this where the bad news and the really bad news come in?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” She pauses, drumming her fingernails on the desk. “So . . . first let’s talk about where you’ll be going. I know it’s become somewhat of a tradition for fifth year students to be sent to exotic locations for their final assignments.”

I nod. “Yeah, some trainees get very excited about it. Some of them have even been placing bets on where they’ll be sent.”

“Right,” Tora says slowly. “Well, I’m afraid your assignment is a little more local.”

“Local?”

“And in the human realm. No exotic fae folk for you.”

“Oh. Well, humans can be interesting.” I think of Nate, then remind myself, yet again, that he isn’t actually human.

“Yes, but these are boring, old rich humans.”

“Are they at least involved in some exciting illegal activity?”

Tora laughs. “I doubt you’ll think it’s exciting.” She lifts the topmost page from the pile on her desk and examines it. “His name is Edgar Hart and he lives with his wife on some fancy estate—the details are here for when you need to direct the faerie paths. His children are grown up and no longer live there. He and his wife do a lot of entertaining, and it seems their guests are not all of the human variety. The reason we know this is because the daughter of one of the Seelie Queen’s advisors ended up there a few days ago. She told her mother that she saw a faerie from the Unseelie Court having a threatening conversation with Mr. Hart. He also gave Mr. Hart something, but she was unable to see what. Your assignment is to find out what was given to him, where it is, and what he was told.”

I stare at Tora. “That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“That sounds too straightforward. Are you sure that’s all there is to it?”

“Look, Vi.” Tora leans forward and rests her elbows on the desk. “Our Seers and guardians had nothing to do with this assignment. It came directly from the Seelie Court, which means the Queen has a special interest in it. That makes it very important, even if it is simple. So the Council didn’t want to give it to just any pair of trainees. They wanted the best.”

“So . . . you’re saying I should be flattered?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” I say with a long sigh. “Boring, old rich people. I can do that. Oh, and are we supposed to complete the assignment without ever revealing ourselves?” I pay particular attention to that rule now. Wouldn’t want to wind up suspended again.

“If you can, yes. But that rule only applies if you’re revealing yourself as a magical being. If you need to pretend that you’re human in order to gain information, then you may do so.”

“I see.” I frown. “I don’t remember being told that before.”

“Well, we tend not to tell trainees about that little loophole in the rule. They might take advantage of it, and it’s not as though any of the training assignments ever require a human façade.”

“I guess. Okay, so if that was the bad news, then what’s the
really
bad news?”

“Ugh.” Tora flops back in her chair and looks up at the ceiling. “Your partner.”

“My partner?” I know Honey’s not the best trainee in our class, but I could certainly do worse. “What’s wrong with my partner?”

She looks at me, guilt written all over her face. “It’s Oryn.”

I open my mouth—and then can’t figure out what I was going to say. That was definitely the last name I expected to hear. I’ve become so used to never having Ryn as either a partner or an opponent that I just assumed we’d never have to work together on anything. I clear my throat in an attempt to find my voice. “But . . . I thought Honey was supposed to be my partner.”

Surprise crosses Tora’s face. “How did you know that?”

“Oh, well, Honey said Tina gave her a hint.”

Tora sighs and shakes her head. “Am I the only one who sticks to the rules around here?”

“It’s possible, but I’m pretty sure Councilor Starkweather is ahead of you in that department.”

“No, she’s the one who called the impromptu meeting I was just at!” Tora says. “She reshuffled some of the pairings, even though they’re all meant to be random. Apparently it was brought to her attention that you and Ryn have never been paired before, and she thought now would be a good time to see how well you work together.”

I bite my lip as I slide a little lower in my chair. I’m guessing it would never have been ‘brought to her attention’ if I hadn’t told her about the unofficial rescue mission Ryn and I went on. She probably looked into our records to see what previous assignments we’d done together and came up with nothing.

So, technically, the only person I have to blame for receiving Ryn as a partner is myself.

“Look, it’s not too bad,” I say, not entirely sure which of us I’m trying to reassure. “Ryn and I . . . well, we’re sort of almost on speaking terms these days.”