Explosion
I blinked in the aftermath. I honestly hadn't known I had it in me. On the other hand, Jareth's mother was known for inspiring greatness. It just so happened that this greatness was a magical tsunami fueled by pent-up rage.
In the midst of the smoking, burnt rubble, her lips twitched in what might have been the ghost of a smile. "Most impressive, my dear. You aren't nearly as hopeless as you look."
Figured. She was taking credit. That was royal Faerie in-laws for you. I felt another surge boiling in my chest.
Jareth's hands were suddenly on my shoulders, a steadying thrum of the familiar. "Breathe, darling. It will pass."
"Can it pass after I burn that damned smile off her face?" I muttered.
His voice was whispered heat just below my ear. "I'd recommend before. You've seen us have magical altercations. You're not ready yet."
"One day…" I muttered.
"Oh yes, my love. One day. But not today."
I looked up at his mother. There was definitely a smirk on her face now. "It's always best to listen to your betters, dear."
I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, imagining smacking her upside the head. Multiple times. I felt my own lips curve up after the fourth imagined smack.
"Why, whatever are you thinking about?" There was the barest hint of unease in her voice.
Ha! One point for the mortal girl. I opened my eyes, and added a dash of sweet menace to my smile. "The future."