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  The Gatekeeper’s Trials

  The Complete Trilogy

  Emma L. Adams

  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Hidden Crown

  Hidden Crown

  Preface

  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

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Hidden Court

  Hidden Court

  Preface

  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

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Hidden Power

  Hidden Power

  Preface

  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

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Thank you for reading!

  Other books by Emma L. Adams

  About the Author

  Author’s Note

  The Gatekeeper’s Trials series takes place in the same universe as the Gatekeeper’s Curse series. While it can be read as a standalone series, some of the characters do cross over and this series contains spoilers for the previous trilogy.

  Hidden Crown

  Hidden Crown

  Hazel Lynn has spent her whole life training to take on the role of Gatekeeper between the Summer Court and the mortal realm. With her entire family bound into service to Faerie, she doesn’t exactly have a choice in the matter, but she's made it her mission to keep the peace and prevent any dangerous fae from escaping to Earth.

  Her plans go sideways when she's called to take on the deadly Gatekeeper's Trials and assigned a stuck-up half-fae mentor who hates humans like her. He might be pretty to look at, but he has no intention of giving her an easy time of it. But things go from bad to dire when the King of the Summer Court is assassinated. Worse, all the signs point to a human being responsible. Since Hazel and her family are the only humans permitted to enter the King's domain, the blame lands squarely on them.

  Before long, Hazel's aggravating new mentor is the only person in Faerie she can trust not to sentence her to death on the spot… assuming he isn't the murderer himself. With her loved ones' fates resting in her hands, it's up to Hazel to catch the killer before the vengeful Sidhe take out their wrath on the rest of humanity.

  Preface

  “And see you not yon bonny road

  That winds across the ferny lea?

  That is the road to fair Elfland

  Where you and I this night must be.”

  Thomas the Rhymer

  1

  If faeries loved one activity more than they loved enthralling mortals, it was admiring their own reflections.

  Elegantly dressed faeries occupied the entire row of mirrors in the Ladies at the nightclub, touching up the glamour on their already-perfect faces. Shifting colours, bright flowers woven into curling hair and glittering wings caught the garish lights above the mirrors, while in the background, a lilting tune played through loudspeakers at top speed, like a modern remix of a traditional faerie ballad.

  On another night, I might have come here looking for a good time, not a murderer, but I made a point of preparing for both possibilities. Ducking into a vacant stall, I reached into my bag for an iron dagger and carefully slid it into the sheath on my thigh, hidden under the hem of my dress. Then I threw on a glamour of my own. My blond-tinted hair darkened to black, my face altering imperceptibly. I kept my rounded ears—passing as a regular human would be an asset for once—and trusted the neon lights in the nightclub to hide my magic-tinted eyes and the swirling silver mark on my forehead beneath my newly glamoured curls.

  My phone buzzed with a message from my sister—where are you?

  Right. I was supposed to be meeting Ilsa at the pub across the road, but the instant I’d heard the lilting music from inside the nightclub, I’d known someone was up to no good. Suppressing a sigh, I turned my phone to silent and left the cubicle.

  Nobody noticed I didn’t look like the same person who’d walked in, but glamours were second-nature to the fae. As prey walking among predators, I had to be alert for every small change in my perception, but the fae had the luxury of taking what they saw at face value. A lilac-haired half-faerie with furred fox-like ears looked up, her confused gaze flicking from my glamoured reflection to my rounded human ears, but I was already walking away.

  The thrum of the music swallowed me up along with the heaving, sweating crowd. Glamoured half-faeries danced with humans, the latter distinguished by their glazed, vacant expressions. Nobody could say they hadn’t been warned. Every human these days knew not to dance with the fae, but peer pressure was as powerful as the faeries’ ability to play on human desires like a well-strung harp. Even half-faeries weren’t immune to the magic of their Sidhe brethren, though they liked to think they were.

  All it took was one promise, one detour into the wrong part of the forest, one dance—and then you were theirs. Forever.

  On the stage, DJ Thorntooth cranked up the music to twice its previous speed. The screeching ballad mingling with modern auto-tune created an eardrum-melting combination even by nightclub standards, but I resisted the impulse to buy a round of shots to numb the oncoming headache. I needed to be at my sharpest if I wanted to take down my target without more bloodshed than there needed to be.

  As his name suggested, DJ Thorntooth wasn’t human, even if he was wearing the skin of one. Damn unhygienic, if you asked me. Since most people in here were either drunk, stoned, couldn’t see through glamour or just plain didn’t give a crap, they had no idea how much danger they were in. On the plus side, that meant I’d have less panicking to deal with.

  The music sped up, and so did the crowd, their movements turning jerky, robotic. They would dance until their screams drowned the sound of the bass and their blood soaked into the beer-drenched floor. I wove through the haze of magic, pretending to be enthralled, while my own magic lurked beneath the surface. It didn’t make me completely immune to the effects of the music, but the green glow at my fingertips helped me focus on what I needed to do.

  I inched closer to the stage, creeping up behind th
e DJ. Then, threads of magic lashed from my hands, yanking him off his feet and onto the filthy floor. His startled cry was lost in the clamour as I aimed my next attack right at the stage. Thorny stems burst from floor to ceiling, cutting off the music with a spluttering crash.

  “Show’s over, folks,” I shouted into the microphone. “DJ Thorntooth will be taking a long-term sabbatical.”

  The DJ wriggled free from my magic and dove off the stage, knocking humans and half-faeries aside like skittles. The bewildered clubbers hindered his escape entirely by accident, allowing me to grab his wrist and drag him towards the back door.

  “You can’t have magic!” he yelped. “You’re human.”

  I didn’t argue that I wasn’t human, because I was. Instead, I pushed my curls aside with my free hand and let the symbol on my forehead do the talking.

  The mark of the Summer Gatekeeper.

  He gave an uncomprehending blink. Then the pieces clicked into place. “I wasn’t doing nothing wrong! I’m an innocent bystander!”

  “And that human skin you’re wearing just leapt off of its own accord, did it?”

  “They planted it on me!” He squirmed, fighting me all the way out of the back door and into the alley behind the nightclub. “I’ll tell on you to the Seelie Queen. She’s a good friend of my mum’s, she is.”

  I dropped my voice. “Really? Because I’m in the employ of the Summer Court, and if you’d ever set one foot there in your miserable existence, you’d know the Seelie Queen is currently in jail for treason. And you—” I jabbed him in the chest—“Will soon be joining her.”

  “I didn’t do anything!” he shrieked. “You’ll never get away with this.”

  I pulled a pair of iron handcuffs from my purse. “Time for a one-way trip to the Ley Line.”

  He screamed as the iron made contact with his skin, latching his wrists together. His face turned greyish, his knees giving out as the iron ate away at his magical defences.

  “Hazel!” My twin sister’s voice came from the mouth of the alley. “What are you doing? I thought you were supposed to be meeting Morgan and me at the pub.”

  “I was.” I gave a sharp tug on the DJ’s wrist, and he whimpered. “Before I got side-tracked by this lowlife human-killer.”

  “Ugh.” Ilsa pulled a face at the sight of the DJ’s human-skin coat. “Are you taking him to Faerie?”

  “Unfortunately.” Human prisons might have upgraded since the faeries had revealed themselves to the world, but the Sidhe were supposed to be responsible for punishing their wayward kin, even if they made every effort to evade that responsibility most of the time. “I’ll message you when I’m done. This won’t take long.”

  “Sometimes I think you go looking for trouble on purpose,” Ilsa said.

  “I don’t need to look too hard, do I?” For all that the faeries claimed our realm was a poison to them, they were the ones who’d let their outcasts invade earth and spread chaos and destruction over the past two decades, and since humans were woefully behind on effective methods for dealing with fae criminals, it fell to me to dispense justice in my own way.

  I dragged DJ Thorntooth through the cobbled, winding streets until I came to the shimmering line that divided our realm from Faerie. The Ley Line was invisible to most, including the DJ himself, and he gasped in surprise when the cobbled street vanished from sight.

  An instant later, we appeared on a country lane outside the Summer Lynn house. Ivy cloaked the walls of the manor, giving it a dark and forbidding appearance without the usual soft sunbeams highlighting the garden’s vibrant colours. The house might be stuck in perpetual summer, like the Seelie Court, but the clocks ran on the same time as the human world outside, and a crescent moon hung in the sky overhead.

  DJ Thorntooth eyed the wide gardens, their flowerbeds bursting with night-blooming flowers. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

  I gave him a smack on the back of the head. “Shut it.”

  I opened the gate and pushed him through into the garden, steering him around the side of the manor towards the black mass of trees towards the back of the lawn. Behind those trees lay the forests of the Winter Court, and the house belonging to the other branch of the Lynn family.

  Don’t let the Seelie/Unseelie divide fool you. The Summer Court is as ruthless as Winter, and its inhabitants just as devious. I should know, because I dealt almost exclusively with the little bastards.

  I reached the tall, wide gates that marked the end of our garden. Flanked by eternally blooming flowers, the Summer gate was one of the only known passages from the human realm directly into Faerie. Legend told that the gate—and its Winter counterpart—had sprang into existence in the same spot where my ancestor, Thomas Lynn, had crossed into the faerie realm for the first time.

  Unlike most humans, he’d walked out again. Some stories said the Sidhe themselves had gifted him with extraordinary powers. Others claimed he’d fled with the Wild Hunt snapping at his heels. Whatever the case, all the versions of the tale I’d heard told me Faerie’s influence had remained, lingering over his shoulder as he re-integrated into the human realm, married his childhood sweetheart, and had children.

  That’s when the Sidhe came back. Thomas Lynn, it seemed, had sworn to come to the aid of the Courts whenever they needed him, and the Sidhe had taken him at his word. They’d woven a spell so deep that it filtered through the bloodline of any person born into the Lynn family, choosing one host for each Court with every generation. His twin daughters became the first Gatekeepers: one for Summer, one for Winter. And now, centuries later, it was my turn.

  I rapped on the moss-covered bars of the gate, which made a hollow, echoing noise. “One criminal, coming right up.”

  The Sidhe had made no secret of their disapproval of my using the gate as a depository for their rule-breaking brethren, but since Mum had been forced into early retirement by an attempted coup in the Summer Court, they’d been in no rush to officially crown me as Gatekeeper. As far as I was concerned, that meant they’d have to deal with any criminals I tossed their way in the meantime.

  I pushed the gate inwards, and the DJ made a desperate bid for freedom. Handcuffed hands outstretched, he leapt headfirst into the hedge with surprising agility, vanishing in a shower of leaves.

  “Hey!” I ran to the gap between the neat hedges that led into the Inner Garden. The unfortunate DJ flailed upside-down for a moment before crashing into the glowing pool of water in the grove’s centre.

  Crap. That’s probably bad luck. The pool contained healing magic from the heart of the Summer Court itself—not that it would be of any use to the DJ when the Sidhe got hold of him. I grabbed his flailing arm and fished him out of the pool, dragging him after me with a firm hand.

  “What magic was that?” he spluttered, his hair sopping wet and his skin glistening with droplets of silvery water.

  “There’s no point in asking. You’ll be dead in five minutes.” I gave him a sharp kick through the gate, and he landed in a heap beneath his human-skin coat.

  “You said I was going to jail!” He scrambled upright, his eyes wide with alarm. “Please—”

  I slammed the gate closed, cutting off his pleading. As far as I was concerned, cowardly shits who murdered innocent people deserved no leniency. I turned my back and headed home to get a drink.

  Even cast in darkness, the Summer Lynn house was impressive, its ivy-curtained walls resembling a fairy-tale cottage blown up to manor-size. I entered through the back door and conjured up a glass of wine. Whether it came from inside Faerie or was simply a creation of magic, I hadn’t a clue, but with the faeries, it was usually better not to ask.

  Light glimmered in the corner of my eye. I lowered my glass and damn near threw it at the person standing in in the darkness like a living statue. The mark on my forehead pulsed with magic, alerting me to the threat. Little too late there.

  “Your Gatekeeper’s Trials will begin tomorrow,” the man said, his voice soft and yet precise, layered
with the hint of a threat.

  My grip tightened on the glass. I could have layered the house in a thousand alarms and tripwire spells and none of them would have kept out a Sidhe messenger from the Summer Court. They owned the place, after all.

  “At least turn on the light if you’re going to interrupt my evening,” I said to the intruder.

  The house obliged, the kitchen lights flickering on and illuminating a tall, lean faerie, clad in green attire that marked him as a Seelie messenger. His eyes glimmered with a greenish-blue sheen as he ducked his head, allowing locks of pale silver hair to fall over his sculpted cheekbones.

  Don’t let their pretty faces fool you. Sidhe magic was designed to draw humans into their orbit and ensnare their senses until by the time the claws came out, it was already too late.