Flight (Children of the Sidhe) Read Online Free

here. Where is Nemglan?”
    “He left to help track the assassin. I gather you’re on his list, and your father got to you just in time.”
    “He just left me here? Where’s here, anyway? You haven’t answered. Where did that portal lead?”
    “You’re in Tir Nan Og – the Land of the Y oung. The land of your people, the Sidhe.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “In your world, people may call it Otherworld.”
    “And the Sidhe?”
    Tessa gave him a snide look. “I believe in your time we’ve been made into faeries of lore. Tiny scraps of magical things with wings. Ah, look…apparently we do come with wings.”
    Nathan stood and paced away from her. What the hell was she so moody about? He was the one who had just been told he was in another world, and part…Sidhe?
    “He told you nothing?” Tessa asked.
    Nathan could tell she was mad to be the one spelling it out for him, but he was grateful. “I’d rather not talk to that man, anyway. Can you help me get home?”
    “You can’t go home. You’re not going anywhere until Nemglan comes back for you.”
    “I don’t wait for anyone’s permission to do anything.” Nathan stopped pacing, turning to face her, his hands clenched at his sides like he could defend himself from the onslaught of emotional pain at the sudden reappearance of a father he’d never known. His mother had it rough, and this guy had just left her to that life while he flitted around the Land of the Young ?
    Tessa stood in front of him, watching him with something akin to curiosity. Her stick-straight hairstyle and those high cheekbones that gave her an exotic appearance also made her look severe. Maybe if she smiled every so often...but that wasn’t his problem. He realized he’d been staring at her, and her eyes had narrowed like a cat’s, making her look even more severe than before.
    Nathan decided it must be a mistake. He was nothing like her. Half Sidhe? What the hell was that? A race out of old world mythology...faeries, essentially. They appeared as the good folk in tales about changeling babies and pretty young men and maidens whisked off for a hundred year dance. Fucking ridiculous. For the first time, the possibility that he was losing his mind entered his consciousness.
    All of a sudden, Tessa burst apart right in front of him, her shape reforming into three doves that circled and wove around the large room. At once, they flew toward him, and in a flash she was herself again, standing in front of him.
    He jumped back. “What the hell are you?” he shouted. “You could have warned me.”
    “ Sorry. I just feel better – calmer – after I do that. You’ll understand soon enough.”
    He looked down, knowing she was right. He swallowed against a sudden lump of fear lodged in his throat.
    She softened, moving toward him. She reached out a hand and patted his arm. “Don’t worry. We’ll teach you.”
    He changed the subject, his skin tingling where her hand had been. The contact felt good, and he craved more, but he’d never show this creature such a longing. “So what are you? What’s with the three birds? How is that even possible? You’re one…then three…then one again? That’s stranger than having a hawk shape.”
    “It’s a family trait, one passed seemingly at random through the female line. In my dove form, my song can lull the sick or wounded to sleep, and my tears can cure them of many ailments,” Tessa listed her abilities while watching him closely. Some humans had been known to lose their minds when brought to Tir Nan Og. She hoped this favor wouldn’t result in a crazy human occupying her ancestral home.
    “That’s…the strangest thing I’ve ever heard. I think I must be dreaming.”
    “You look mighty pleased at the idea I’m stranger than you. But you’re half human, so here you’re the oddity. A rather adorable oddity, I will say.” She gave him a smile that bordered on wicked, and he knew she was trying to make him