Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“If you’re talking about Rhys, he is most certainly the king’s son.” While not exactly by biology. I’ve been told I shouldn’t have to explain the dynamics of a threesome here in Faery.
Clem gasps slightly, and I can now see the marks on her neck where someone held her, likely until she could breathe no more. “Do you feel it? Sacred One, are you carrying a blue stone?”
I pull out one of the stones Matilda gave us. “Yes, we came through a doorway we wouldn’t usually use.”
Now Shea’s smile is full, and I can see her fangs. She laughs. “Is the king hiding from his own people? Wouldn’t that be well deserved.”
“I don’t think the king is who you think he is,” I reply.
Clem is staring behind me. “He certainly looks like our king.”
I am confused. “Your king? You have a queen.”
“What kind of nonsense is this?” Any amusement in Shea is gone. “Is he trying to hide? He can’t hide from the dead. He can’t hide from what he did to me.”
She turns and her back is a mass of open wounds. Like someone burned her and then beat the pained flesh. So it hurt more. Blood pours from her mouth, and there’s a sword in her belly.
“I do not know what happened to you, but I know King Daniel did nothing of the kind.” I know the King of All Vampire has done brutal things in his past, but he would never torture a Fae creature like this.
“I don’t know who Daniel is, but I assure you I spent time in Seelie dungeons,” she hisses. “Anyone who was protected by his brother was tortured.”
“The king doesn’t have a brother,” I point out.
“Of course he does,” Shea spits back. “He had a twin. He murdered him and took his throne.”
The hound at my feet goes perfectly still, and I hear growling from behind me.
“I don’t think that’s our king, Shea,” Clem says right before a blast comes through the forest and I feel fire all around.
Chapter Ten
Zoey
I’m sitting in between Sasha and Daniel watching Shy talk to a large rock when I hear Neil growl and then feel the blast of heat that threatens to singe my arm.
Then I’m on the forest floor with a werewolf on top of me.
“Brendan, protect your sister,” Neil orders. “Z, stay still.”
What the hell is happening? There’s the sound of a sizzle and a crack and Neil pushes me further down.
“Daniel?” Dev says. “Can you see it?”
“Shy, put your hands at your side,” Rhys yells and I can see his hands rise, fingers splayed in a gesture I’ve seen his father perform many times.
I hear a squeak and manage to turn my head enough to see Rhys has thrown up a wall of thick vines and roots around Shy.
“It’s coming from the east. Some kind of sorcerer or witch,” Daniel is saying. “Keep your heads down.”
I hear a roaring in the distance, but Neil hasn’t let up.
“It’s a chimera,” Shy shouts from her cage of green and brown. “At least that’s what Clem says. Your Highness, it’s trying to kill the priest. But apparently it doesn’t know he’s a priest. He thinks the priest is the king.”
What? I’m very confused. But then another fireball hits and I hear a chuffing sound.
“What the fuck?”
I have never heard Sasha sound so human. This is a man who kept my children alive on a plane where dinosaurs still rule, but he’s disturbed by whatever is coming out of the woods.
“Let me see,” I hiss at Neil.
He frowns down at me. “I’m not letting you see. You don’t want to see.”
He is so bossy when he’s working.
The hounds are freaking out now. Whatever is coming at us must have been cloaked in some crazy magic to fool their senses, but it’s on their radar now.
“Is that…is its tail a freaking snake?” Brendan asks. “Sasha, watch out. It’s definitely a snake. Dad, to your left.”
Neil flips me over, rolling us close to Shy. That’s when baby boy takes over and I’m suddenly in a cage with his girlfriend.
I can hear what’s going on, but I can’t see much.
Neil gets to his feet and looks at me through the vines. “Stay there. You are pregnant, and you are not losing another baby to this place. Am I understood?”
Neil was the one who carried my bleeding body to the palace when I lost our first child.
“Fine.” I nod and then wince because a fireball narrowly misses him.
“Rhys, shield my daughter so my son can try to take this thing’s throat out.” Then Neil’s favorite jeans are toast, and I foresee some shopping in that wolf’s future. Neil’s wolf is arctic white, his eyes a crystal blue. He barks my way, and I still speak wolf. He’s telling me to stay put.