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Reaching up for it, I give him a smile. I hadn’t forgotten it. I’d felt like it was watching us fuck. It was both a little bit creepy and a whole hell of a lot hot.
I wonder what it means.
Maybe my talk with the ravens will help me figure it out.
Chapter 30
Savannah
Feeling thoroughly fucked and glorious, I make my way to the ravens now through the back of the Palace. That sexy, scandalous tryst with Jerrick has left me with a smile that will be hard to remove for a while. I rub my wrist where Theo bit me earlier and shiver. This has been a perfect day so far. I can only hope it gets even better.
I stride quickly across the grounds, knowing that I’m rule breaking and also feeling a little bit of fear, but it only serves to thrill me even more. The adrenaline is still coursing through me as I burst into the rookery and quickly scour the large barn for either a raven the size of an eagle or a cute Dark Fae Shifter with a cheeky smile and sparkling blue eyes.
To my disappointment, I find neither. I was kind of hoping for a quick romp on a hay bale before I conversed with the birds.
Sitting on one of the bales, I allow the ravens to fly down to me, surrounding me before they settle, some next to me, some on the ground and some on my outstretched arm.
“Hey,” I croon to them, stroking the nearest one on hisglossy black head. “I know it’s been a while since I was here. Life has gotten crazy.”
The bird tilts his head at me and focuses as if he is listening to me. I gulp. Savenir could talk to the animals. Does this meanIcan, or does the raven just like the sound of my voice?
I shake my head, pushing that thought out of the way and sigh. “I don’t feel guilty. Not in the least. I don’t know why everyone thinks killing Anders is such a big deal. He was a monster. He deserved it.” I give the raven a fierce glare as if he dared to contradict me. But he just looks at me with those black eyes and then starts to peck at my fingers, having had enough of being stroked.
“I mean, I suppose it was a bit traumatic at the time. You know, because of the blood oath, but as soon as he died, the oath vanished, so…” I shrug and suddenly go chilly as I remember Anders’s dead eyes staring up at me.
I blink and clear my throat. “Idon’tfeel guilty.” I reiterate this, but I get the feeling that if the bird could talk, he’d ask who I’m trying to convince, him or me.
“Fine,” I huff, making him ruffle his feathers. “Maybe a little bit.” I scowl at the floor for a moment. “It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. He was really powerful. If it weren’t for the power of my wand…” I trail off, feeling a slice of fear go through me.Herwand. Is Rath’Na right about that? Is ithers? “But it’s over with now. He’s dead, and I have bigger things to worry about. Ambrosia won’t let this go. She will want me to stand trial just to get rid of me and take the Dark Fae Kingdom for herself. I won’t let that happen. I need to make sure that itneverhappens. Once Gramps makes me Queen, the Light Fae can’t touch me. Or at least, it will be harder for them to put the Queen of the Dark Fae on trial.” I frown. “And then there’s the babyissue. Do I believe Rath’Na about that? If I believe him about one thing, I have to believe him about all of it, don’t I? I’m not sure that I do, that Ican. What if I believe him and he’s wrong? The disappointment will be hard to overcome, I think. Which brings me to the awful secret of the baby I will bear with Trey. I told Gramps that I would bind the Dragon powers at birth before anyone, especially Trey, knows any different. Can I do that and still look Trey in the face? He will be upset when the baby shows no signs of the Dragon, and I will have to smile and reassure him.” I sigh heavily. “But what choice do I have? It’s this or Gramps will make me marry another Light Fae and have his child. I want that less than I want to bind the baby’s powers. So, doesn’t that mean that the choice is clear?”
I glare at the raven. I could’ve sworn he just nodded at me. Blinking, I purse my lips. “Do you understand me?”
He tilts his head to the other side and then flaps off.
“Oh,” I mutter despondently. “Guess not. No goddess powers here.”
I pull my wand out of my garter and stare at it. It does have a silver ribbon shimmering through it, but that means nothing. It could be the lightning, the magick.
The ravens scatter suddenly as the one that flew away from me suddenly caws loudly and flies at me in a dive from the rafters that startles the crap out of me as well as the birds. He landsonthe wand and I shriek, standing up and trying to shove him off it before he bursts into flames.
“Get off!” I screech, but he stays clung to it, cawing madly.
After a few seconds, I stop struggling and look. The raven is fine. I give the wand a scathing look.
“Are you dead? Do I need to recharge you already? What good are you to me if that’s the case?”
“You know it won’t hurt the birds. Savenir’s familiar was a raven,” Rath’Na says, stepping into the rookery. “So is yours, lest you forget.”
I glare at him. “How do you know about that?”
“I observe, girl. Raven’s the size of eagles don’t come around every day. Also, regular ravens don’t moon outside your bedroom window.”
“Rook doesn’t ‘moon’,” I snap. “He knows he is welcome inside.Morethan welcome.” I give Rath’Na a smug look that does nothing to quell the growing heat in his eyes.
“Lucky raven,” he murmurs and then focuses back on the wand. “May I?”
I snatch it back from his outstretched hand. “Do you want to get fried?”
He chuckles at me, making me feel like a fool. He’s a fucking god that wields a fucking god-staff. A goddess-wand isn’t going to end him. With a sulk, I hand it to him to examine.
