smiled, but there was no missing the warning in the dark eyes. She didnât like Jaelyn arguing. âBut denying your fate will not alter it.â
âYou can see my future?â
âNo, as I said, I am not a seer,â Siljar reminded her, âbut I do know that you are a thread.â
Jaelyn clenched her hands at her sides. âIs that why the Commission hired me to track down Ariyal?â
âNo, when you were requested to bring the Sylvermyst before the Commission it was to question his intentions in remaining in this dimension rather than joining his brethren with their master.â A punishing energy swirled through the air as the demonâs eyes glowed with a sudden silver light before returning to black pools of mystery. âBut the fabric of the future is changing and your destiny has been irrevocably entwined with Ariyal.â
Shaken by the glimpse of power contained within the tiny demon, Jaelyn chose her words with care.
âHow can the future change?â
There was a long silence. As if the Oracle was debating the wisdom of sharing insider info. Then she gave a small shrug.
âThere is always a certain measure of fluidity in matters of time, but it is more chaotic than usual.â
âDo I want to know why, or is that one of those âcuriosity kills the catâ things?â
âIt indicates that there will soon be a powerful flux in the universe.â
Jaelyn grimaced, wishing that she hadnât asked. Or that the demon hadnât answered.
Or...
Hell. She scrubbed a hand over her weary face. She was tired, hungry, and wishing she could get a hold of Ariyal and kick his ass. This might not be entirely his responsibility, but she was willing to blame him.
âThe return of the Dark Lord?â she hazarded.
Siljar considered before giving a shrug. âIt is impossible to say.â
Yeah, sooooo not helping.
She shifted her concern from the looming end of the world to her own looming end.
âWell, if the future is in flux then maybe my elevation to being some mystical thread is nothing more than a cosmic glitch that will soon be forgotten.â
Siljar cocked her head to the side, her expression curious. âI thought Hunters were fearless?â
Jaelyn snorted. âFacing death is one thing; knowing Iâm a part of destiny is quite another.â
âIs it destiny that troubles you?â She flashed her pointed teeth. âOr Ariyal?â
Was the woman trying to piss her off?
âIt would seem theyâre one and the same,â she muttered.
âVery true,â the demon agreed with a shrug of indifference. Then she gave a lift of her tiny hands. âWell, I must go.â
âGo?â Jaelyn took a hasty step forward. âWait.â
âYes?â
âDo you intend to leave me here?â
Siljar slowly blinked, like a lizard.
âOh, did I not say?â
âSay what?â
âThe terms of our contract have been altered.â
Oh ... crap.
Why did she suspect that the alteration didnât include a one-way ticket to Maui to hunt fire pixies?
âYou no longer want me to capture the Sylvermyst?â she asked, ever the optimist.
Or maybe it was sheer desperation.
âNo.â
âOh.â She didnât bother to hide her relief. âThank the gods.â
âI want you to remain with him and keep the Commission informed of his movements.â
Remain with him? Her brief moment of hope was crushed beneath a tidal wave of horrified disbelief.
It was bad enough to hunt down the damned Sylvermyst and haul him to the Commission. But to become Hutch to his Starsky?
Oh hell, no.
âWhy?â
Pinpricks of pain stabbed deep into Jaelynâs flesh, effective reminders that nasty rumors whispered about the Oracles were well earned.
âI have no need to explain.â
âForgive me. I will, of course, do everything in my power to fulfill our contract.â She