Page 52 of Dark Fae's Desires
“The ravens can come to you.”
He avoids my miserable stare as he Puffports us out and back to the safety of the Palace.
Unfortunately, we run smack bang into my parents and Grandfather, all looking decidedly grim.
“What is it?” I huff, struggling to get out of Jerrick’s strong tree-arms.
“Ambrosia,” Mom says. “She has declared herself?—”
“Queen of the Light Fae, I know,” I interrupt her. “I’m not concerned. We have our plan in place. We have to see it through and hope for the best.”
Mom’s shrewd glare does nothing to convince me to spill the goddess beans.
“Why so calm?” she asks.
“Why not? There have been too many other things that take precedence for my worry.”
“Like right now, she is feeling the effects of killing Anders,” Jerrick points out. “We never discussed it previously, hoping it wasn’t going to be an issue, but clearly it has taken its toll on her because of the blood oath.”
I give him a confused glare. No, that’s not it at all. It’s because I had to kill him in cold blood. I was burying it, but it has resurfaced while I was off worrying about other stuff.
“I need a minute,” I choke out and run off, leaving them staring behind me, but fortunately none of them come to find me.
Entering the library, as if on instinct, I gather the strength to push the Anders thing aside for a minute while I look up at the stacks and stacks of books in the enormous room. Every book on Fae lore and history is in here.
“I wonder,” I mutter out loud and drag the rolling steps over to the most obvious place to look. That would be under ‘G’ for goddess.
Too obvious? Maybe.
Probably.
But I have to start somewhere. I ascend the steps and ponder why no one has ever mentioned her before. Did she also hide in plain sight like Rath’Na did to observe her creations as one of them?
Skimming all the titles, most of them written in the Fae language, but there are none that screams ‘goddess’ at me.
“Thought I might find you in here,” Rath’Na says, looking up at me.
I gaze down at him with a tight-eyed look. Then I ignore him as I grab the shelves and scoot the ladder over to ‘S’ for Savenir.
“I doubt you will find anything in here… at least not until you have accepted who you are and taken the necessary steps to achieve greatness,” he calls up to me, waving his cane gently for emphasis.
I look at the cane in admiration. Made from a black wood, ebony perhaps, with a glowing red stone on the top of it the size of my fist, it is a beautiful piece of craftsmanship and one that I haven’t seen him with before.
“My god-staff,” he says, seeing where my eyes are riveted.
“Can you smite silly bitches with it?” I ask, shifting my eyes back to the books.
“For you, of course,” he replies with a beam that I can sense from up here. “I love a good smite.”
I snort and give him a smile then. “I bet you do.”
“I have a question.”
“Does your god-staff have the answer?”
“Not to this,” he smiles mysteriously. “Your wand? Where is it?”
I blink at him and then look back at the stacks. “What wand?” I ask casually, but even I can hear how my voice has gone up slightly at the lie.
