Convicted of treason, Adelyn has been banished to the sunlit realm of humansa fate worse than death for a musetta who exists only to inspire other phae. To reverse her exile, she must find a pair of lovers who have fled the court and return them to face the Queens wrath. But once in the mortal realm, she meets a man who unveils her hidden desires
When Josh Reimer discovers an ethereal beauty at a cabin near his ranch, he decides the neighborly thing to do is take her in. Adelyn inspires a passion unlike anything hes ever known and he vows not to lose the magic theyve found togethereven if that means she must choose between her home and their love.
A Little Night Muse
Jessa Slade
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Copyright
Chapter 1
...For the crime of treason against the phaedrealii, the court of our steel-born Queen, the punishment isand seriously, this should surprise no onedeath.
As the goblin chamberlain made the pronouncement, Adelyn stared down at her clasped hands where the iron chains burned. True enough, everyone knew the penalty for treason. It was easy enough to remember. The same sentence was meted out for sedition, insubordination, noncompliance, obstructionism, incompetence, various forms of folly, andsometimesyawning in the presence of the Queen.
So, no, Adelyn wasnt surprised. But terror squeezed her heart. With each frantic beat, crimson welled from her blackened wrists to smoke against the manacles. Even looking at the dull metal brought tears to her phae eyes.
Phae blood in every rainbow colorred like her own, yellow, green, purple, even blackhad been shed in the Queens court. But Adelyn never imagined she would be the one in chains. She was best beloved of all the musetta who served as inspiration to the phaedrealii courtiers. How had she fallen so far?
Though she could not flee the iron agony, one tear did escape. She ducked her head to hide her emotion, but the droplet traced a cool path down her cheek. For a heartbeat, it trembled at the edge of her jaw, refracting shards of light. The sparkles danced across the nearest courtiers who leaped back, swatting at the unseemly display as if they could knock away her forbidden expression of feeling.
The tear fell. It struck the marble floor not with a splash but a chiming ping.
The faceted emerald teardrop bounced away from her gilded slippersless gilded after what seemed like an eternity in her iron-clad prison cell. Cursing courtiers scrambled from the stones path. No one wanted to be touched by her disgrace.
Between the fleeing bodies darted one of the chamberlains imps, freakishly fast on three crabbed limbs. It snatched the rolling emerald between its rubbery lips. A single bulbous eye boggled at her before the imp tipped back its head and swallowed. Then the wretched little monster burped.
No shining proof of her innocence would be allowed. Not that Adelyn believed her guilt or innocence was at all relevant.
Take her away. The chamberlains peg-toothed sneer reflected in the blank screens of stolen smart phones strung around his scaly neck. She is nothing to us now.
As one, the courtiers in all their phae glamour furled their wings or tightened the luxurious falls of their cloaks or closed their eyes. Shutting her out. Their whispers chased to the far edges of the hall like the distant hiss of a retreating tide.
As if the terror wasnt bad enough. For a musetta like herdesired for her power of inspiration that compelled thoughts and dreams to dizzying heightssuch rejection burned worse than iron.
Hands reached for her, but she strained away, tearing the spider silk of her veils. She had wrapped herself in the fluttering scarvesan age ago, it seemedto emphasize her dusky-skinned, dark-haired beauty. Now the pale veils only served as a stark backdrop for her blood. You cant send me away!
Silence, the goblin barked. Everyone knew the last words of the condemned held particular power.
Drawing in a deep breath, she forced down the pain of her scorched wrists and the humiliation of exposing her knack of jeweled tears. Every reluctant eye was on her now. Musetta inspired music and poetry, art and science, the wildest flights of fancy.
But she could also inspire fear.
Adelyn took no pleasure in the stark faces, but she would not let them pretend as she had pretended she was untouchable. She swept her gaze around the hall, slashing at the phae with a glare as edged as a shattered jewel. Any of you could be next.
Adelyn had time for nothing else as she was pushed into the dark corridor that led to her death.
Her tearsmere water now, her knack drainedblinded her. Unbalanced by her bound hands, she stumbled. The rip in her veils dipped forward over her breasts. Stupid gilded slippers had no traction.
A sudden burst of illumination flared beyond her tears.
Musetta. The voice of her looming deathlow and rough, as she might have guessed six feet deep would soundfroze her in her tracks.
The Queen might be capricious and terrifying, and her goblin chamberlain was petty and horrendous, but the Queens vizier existed in a dark realm all his own.
Adelyn closed her eyes, hoping death took her quickly. The viziers grim countenance was known to send courtiers into fits of madness. And those were phae who werent convicted of treason.
Musetta, look at me. A note of compulsion forced her eyes open.
She clamped her tongue between her teeth to stop herself from begging for mercy. The Queen had no mercy. And no mercys nameat least as it was screamed by hopeless phae in their last momentswas Raze.
Swathed in a gray samite robe, his hulking figure was a drear wall, his glare equally gray above cheekbones as whetted as the exposed steel of the athame hanging from his belt. Amongst beings who could conjure any masquerade, his starkand, frankly, uninspiredpresentation seemed a mockery, as if he had never left the Iron Age behind. It vexed Adelyns musetta power to no ends; a muse did not do gray.
Not that she would say so aloud, not to Raze the Ruiner.
A glint in his half-closed eyes made her think he read her thoughts, despite her determined silence.
Musetta. His voice sliced, slowly and dagger-cruel, through the word as if he might trickor tortureher into sharing her real name. With such precious insight he could twist her into whatever he wished. You find yourself in desperate straits.
She lifted her chin to an angle between elegance and disdain. Straight as an executioners blade.
He laughed. The Queens death sentences arelike most words from phae lipsopen to interpretation.
Adelyn bit her tongue again. She would not beg. As inspiration personified, she could not be moved by necessity or entreaty.
Though she longed to let her wrecked golden slippers move her far, far away.
The Ruiner crossed his arms over his chest, his gray-gloved hands gripping his biceps with knuckles aimed her way. Dont you wish to hear your options?
She scowled at his malicious teasing. Musetta I am, but I will not incite you to more enthusiastic methods of murder. Specifically, my murder.
Raze drummed his fingers. The Queen wants you out of her sight. Death would do. But exile accomplishes much the same results.
Exile? Her heart twisted in her chest. Exactly the same results for me. I cannot leave the phaedrealii.
Raze snorted. Many musetta have journeyed out of court. Where do you think humans find their inspiration?
His offhand reassurance gave her no comfort. I never wanted to inspire humans.
And yet youve done it so well, Raze purred. He fingered the torn neckline of her veils. You are everything a man could want to inspire him.
She leaned away, holding her breath against the stink of lightning that clung to him. Out from the gap of his sleeve, a hairy gray spider as big as the viziers hand scuttled over her breast. She gasped as it pattered across her skin, but Razes grip trapped her.
The spider gathered the edges of the tear. With a few pumps of its spinneret, it laced the rip, then it vanished up Razes sleeve. Adelyn sagged back, and this time the vizier let her go.
He glanced over his massive shoulder. William, come. And bring the key.
A hysterical sob congealed in Adelyns throat. Why is he here?
He wanted to see you off. And to tell you
William elbowed Raze aside as only one of the Queens lovers would dare. Sweet muse, I had no idea it would end like this.
You are fucking our Queen, she snapped. Yet you wrote a poem to my eyes. How else would it end?
Williams cherubic blonde curls bobbed as he ducked his head, though his ravenous gaze on her was anything but saintly.
Raze tsked at her. Poor boy, he just couldnt help himself. You are musetta. You inspired him.
She never bothered with humans. Why waste the breath of inspiration on creatures that breathed only a hundred years or so? Making her place in the phaedrealii was hard enough since musetta had no real value themselves except what they inspired in others. Now she fastened her gaze on the iron key dangling from Williams fingers. She pitched her voice as musetta did, echoing the smooth slide of rich fabric or fine wine. Free me, William.
William hesitated. As a mere human, he shouldnt have resisted her voice. Shouldnt have wanted to. But her influence had waned under the shackles and the fear that pulsed like her iron-poisoned blood.
Raze chuckled. William wants to keep you here. He forgets a musetta cant be imprisoned.
William scowled at the vizier, bold in his passionate idiocy the way the Queen preferred her human lovers. Somehow they kept that callow foolishness, no matter how long she ensnared them. I know she cant stay. The Queen is so angry. Awareness flickered behind his eyes, then vanished in a phae haze. But Ill make her forget.
Raze waved one hand. Everyone forgets. Makes it damn hard to get anything done around here. But before you tra-la-la along, unlock the musetta.
Adelyn couldnt hold back a moan of relief when William fumbled at her bindings and the manacles fell away. The phae who had survived the Iron Age were resistant to more refined versions of the ore, but even the steel-born phae avoided raw iron. Tucking her burned wrists against her belly, she glared at William. Thank you. If only these ode-worthy eyes of mine had never glimpsed you.
His mouth twisted. Sweet muse
You doomed me. Also, your cadence was off and your rhyming sucked. She put all the musetta force into her voice. Go.
He went with a wrenching sigh, as if she had torn the exhalation from him.
Raze laughed again. You are unkind, musetta.
She held out one wrist in mute evidence.
The Ruiner shrugged. I have nothing against cruelty. It might help in the task Im giving you.
Adelyn stared down at her slippers. I dont suppose you want to write a poem?
Hardly. I need you to find a thief.
I am no Hunter.
All the Hunters I have sent have...not returned. This particular thief is a Hunter himself. He took one of the Queens sylfana and is hiding in the sunlit world. I want you to find them.
Adelyn shuddered. If he kills your Hunters
He wont kill you. Quite the opposite. Your helplessness will inspire him to bring you closer. When you find him, contact me. Our Queen wants words with the missing Hunter and his sylfana. Perhaps words of a poetic nature, though I doubt it. He smiled, inviting Adelyn to share his amusement.
She never wanted to hear another poem ever. Why would I help you?
Because you must, to end your exile and return to the phaedrealii which justifies your existence. Your choice, musetta.
She stared down at her mangled wrists. Somehow, the damage felt deeper. As you command.
The Queens handmaid will prepare you. Raze grasped her chin to tilt her face upward. Do not fail me, musetta.
Is that not one of my choices, then? She could not turn her face away, but she closed her eyes.
Raze left when the Queens handmaid arrived. EveStar brought Adelyn a satchel with salve for her wounds and spores to open the way between the worlds. Tiny will-o-the-wisps orbited around them as they headed down a little-used corridor, and Adelyn wondered if shed ever see that serene, flawless glow again. Her sob sent the closest wisp spinning on the eddy of her breath.
The handmaid peered at her. Is this your first foray to the sunlit world, child?
The sunlit world. The name sent chills across Adelyns skin. She clutched her veils around her, but the spider silk felt as light and revealing as...well, spider silk. My first exile, yes.