Page 100 of Claimed By the Fae Lord

Then she did the same to Mirrelle. Then Liam.

Nox’s growl quickly turned to humor when Liam lifted his arms to the sky as Aeryn’s arms came around his ribs.

“You’re the worst hugger I’ve ever met,” she complained.

“Then you should probably let go before your mate kills me.”

“He won’t kill you. His umbral is just abnormally possessive today. It’s annoying.”

I watched Liam and Nox exchange a look. Discreetly, I tried to inhale to see if I could pick up on any changes in her scent but came away with nothing.

Aeryn went back to Nox who quickly tucked her into his side. “I trust the rest of the Duersi family is well?” the king inquired.

“Otsonna is in the Otherland,” Lorne answered. “Brahm and Gunnar made it through the attacks unharmed.”

Mirrelle’s lips pressed into a thin line. She’d been quiet since grabbing her things from the guest house.

“I have information best discussed in private,” the big blonde told his brother.

“My study, then.”

Nox held onto his mate, turning, when Liam said, “Hang on, one quick thing we need to take care of first, then Lorne can bring you up to speed.”

The king did not look pleased.

“When is the wedding?” Liam asked.

Liam’s hand flexed in mine. I, too, felt awful that Aeryn and Nox hadn’t been able to have their royal ceremony, but surely this wasn’t the time to ask.

Only, no one answered. I looked at the couple, who were looking at me expectantly.

Confused, I turned to the others for a hint of what was happening. Everyone was looking at me.

Liam was looking at me, his face a mask of intense concentration.

Did I space out again? “I’m sorry, what about their wedding?”

"No, flower.Ourwedding." His response was soft but deliberate, catching me off guard, rendering me speechless.

The past rushed back in an overwhelming tide, the memories of the last two years, the miracle from the past week. This morning.

"Our wedding?" Though he’d asked, I hadn’t answered.

I shifted, uneasy, trying to grasp the implications of his words when he casually turned to Saxon.

"Did you get my message?" Liam asked.

Saxon's response was a wry grin. Without a word, he placed two fingers between his lips and whistled sharply.

From the shadows, Fermac emerged, his champagne eyes meeting mine with undeniable intelligence. The massive warhound moved with a purpose, snatching the fabric of my tunic in his powerful jaws, dragging me away from the group.

"Hey!" My protests were muffled by the rush of wind as Fermac magicked me away.

Then, suddenly, he dropped me onto the stone floor in the doorway of a room I knew all too well—the nullifying room. My heart pounded as memories clawed at me.

This was where I had been confined after the conclusion of the trials. No, they wouldn’t lock me in here. My friends wouldn’t allow it.

"Wait, Fermac!"

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