Page 58 of Taken By the Fae

I purse my lips; I think he’s joking. “I’m sure Max would write you a great eulogy.”

Tristan chuckles. His gaze drops to my lips when I press them together before returning to mine. “Perhaps we should pick this conversation up another time.”

“It seems finished to me.”

“I’m not finished with you,” he says in a low voice, “not even close.”

My next breath gets caught in my throat. “I need to get back to Skylar,” I force out, then quickly remember why I came here. I shove the list toward him. “You need to sign off on this.”

He nods slowly, keeping his eyes on me a moment longer before he takes the document from me and scans it, then hands it back. “It’s fine.”

“Great.”

His gaze deepens. “Anything else you need?”

The heat between my legs screamsyes, but I shake my head no.

The corner of his mouth kicks up, and he steps around me, opening his office door. “You know where I am when that changes.”

I leave, ignoring the certainty in his voice. My shoes echo softly on the floor and my pace slows to a stop as voices reach me from behind a meeting room door.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Max growls, and I bite the inside of my cheek at the viciousness of his voice.

“Whatareyou saying?” a female voice asks.

“Tristan won’t allow the attacks to continue without advising the king to take action. What Rowan chooses to do—”

Someone slams their fist on the table, and I suck in a breath, moving away from the closed door, and hurry back to the conference room. I give Skylar the list and say, “All good.”

She nods without looking up from her laptop. “I need you to call the bartender and confirm what they’re bringing.”

“Sure.” I glance at my hands, then back at her. “Can I ask you something?”

“If you must.”

“When I was on my way back from Tristan’s office, I walked past what sounded like a tense discussion Max was having with someone about the issues that have been going on with the unseelie fae.”

“That isn’t a question.”

“Why are you working on this human event and not in there offering your opinion? I’m sure you have one.”

She laughs, finally glancing up from her screen. “Talk is boring. I lead the physical training. Teaching fae how to protect themselves and each other. This power struggle between the two sides has been going on for a long time. Too many of ours have died or gone missing. We’re going to retaliate soon, and we’re going to make sure we have the resources and power behind us to win. That takes time, training, and planning.”

“When is this going to happen?” I’m not sure I want an answer.

“Don’t worry about it,” she grumbles, and with that, she goes back to work as though I’m not here.

All I can do after that is worry about it.

What’ll happen when the seelies launch their retaliation? How many innocent humans will get killed in the crossfire?

What will happen when Allison finds out her court is going to attack Evan’s?

What the hell is going to happen tome?

ChapterFifteen

Afew hours later, it’s dark outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows as I collect my things. Skylar left two hours ago, and the boardroom is deafeningly quiet. The charity gala is fast approaching, and being given the chance to spearhead it isn’t something I take lightly… which is why I’m still here, checking tasks off our seemingly never-ending to-do list. It’ll look fantastic on my resume and it’s a great opportunity to gain some contacts for after I graduate, so I’m all for the extra work, even if it means juggling my responsibilities.

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