Page 37 of The Dark Fae Princess
She grits her teeth and looks at me. “Give me one good reason why I should agree to this?”
“It’s my destiny,” I say instantly.
“Not good enough,” she says, shaking her head. “Destiny sucks and often ends up fucking with you so badly, you lose too much.”
I bite the inside of my lip. I don’t have anything else.
“I want it. I love them, I love living there. I want to rule them and for the love of all things unholy, Mother, as much as you hate them, you can’t leave us to be ruled byAmbrosia!” I wail at her.
She snorts in agreement at that, but then sobers up. “Savvie. I just don’t know if I can agree to this knowing what I know about them. The Fae are…”
She pauses and gives me and Daddy a wary look. Then she sighs.
“No,” she says. “I’m sorry, but I’m looking out for you, Savvie. I can’t agree to this. It’s not what I want for you.”
“It’s not up to you to decide what I want!” I roar at her.
“Apparently it is,” she says with such finality, it pushes my rage button in such a way that a red haze drops over my eyes and the next seconds descend into a freeze so bad, my own teeth chatter.
15
Jerrick
I’ve been pacing up and down the Entrance Hall for a while now. There was some shouting coming from the library where Savannah and her parents are, but it went quiet a few minutes ago and knowing Dark Fae magick like I do, it has also dropped a few supernatural degrees in here. No doubt one or the other of the women has taken control of the elements. I expect a storm to start brewing any second now.
As if on cue, the thunder rumbles outside. Flashes of lightning, visible through the high windows of the castle, crackle before the thunder claps again.
I wouldn’t normally interfere in family business, but this is Savannah. If it’s her mother controlling the weather, then I need to make sure the Princess is safe.
I burst through the library door and to my surprise that it’s in fact, Savannah doing the magick. The wind is whipping around her, blowing her hair into her face as she stands there, her hands out to her sides, her fingers hooked. Her violet eyes have turned into an electric purple swirl as she casts her chilling gaze on me.
I glance over at Aeval, but she will be no help. She is as furious as Savannah is, but has thus far, kept hold of her temper.
“Princess,” I say in a soothing voice as I approach Savannah with my hands slightly raised, so that she can see them. “Drop the magick, Savannah, there’s no need for it right now.”
I feel her mother’s eyes on me as I call her by name. Does she know that something is happening between us? I don’t know and right now, I don’t care. All I care about is getting Savannah to stand down before the magick consumes her. It’s wild, unpredictable and she is in no way equipped to deal with the maelstrom of emotions that is enveloping her by the second, through her burgeoning empathic ability.
She is breathing heavily.
Her hands are shaking.
Her empathic abilities have gone into overdrive and she has no idea how to push away the torrent of feelings rushing over her.
She starts shivering in the ice storm that she is brewing.
“Savannah,” I say gently.
Her eyes never leave mine as she reaches for my hand. I grip it tightly, trying to give her some of my strength to fight off this magickal overload.
She breathes in deeply and then her eyes flick to her mother. “You cannot deny me this. At the very least, you owe it to me to hear what Grandfather has to say about it. Come to the Dark Fae Kingdom and speak to him.”
Princess Aeval narrows her eyes at her daughter. They are fixed firmly on our joined hands.
I cast my glance at her father, who is giving me such a fierce look, I wish the Earth would open up and swallow me whole. He may not be in the same league as his daughter and her mother when it comes to magick, but he could quite easily kick my ass the old-fashioned way, and I’d have to let him.
It’s just the way it is.
“Very well,” Aeval says stiffly. “We will leave tomorrow.”
