Page 57 of Dark Fae's Secrets
“Grams,” I say, holding back the tears.
“No,” she says determinedly. “She is using Jerrick to get to you, and you are letting her.”
“He thinks he has to get close enough to her to kill her!” I cry out. “The longer I’m here and not there kicking her ass, the more chance he has to get close enough to end her and then be executed for assassinating the goddamm Light Fae Queen! If he hasn’t already! This ismyfault. He got the idea fromme. Fucking Anders! Fucking bastard Anders! I wish he was here so I could kill him again!”
“Well, you have nothing to fear with regard to her being with him fully. She can’t. She needs to breed a Light Fae in order to pass it off as Anders’s child and remain as Queen.”
“So, she isn’t pregnant then?” Trey asks.
Grams shakes her head. “I don’t think so. When she was here last, I asked the Enchantress to see if she could sense any Light Fae power in her. She couldn’t. I am sure she is lying, in which case she will have a Light Fae male that she will be bedding to get with child. She won’t risk taking Jerrick to her bed.”
Gramps lets out a strangle croak.
“Sorry, dear,” Grams says. “But we must speak bluntly.”
My cheeks are flaming with both embarrassment and rage. If she lays even a fingernail onmyman, I will kill her with bare hands. Then, I will kill him for being so pig-headed that he couldn’t come to us so we could figure this outtogether.
I love him so much, I can’t ever lose him. He won’t stand a chance if he kills Ambrosia. He will be dead before nightfall.
I cast a glance at my men, gathered by the window and looking as freaked out as me and Gramps are about my grandmother talking about Ambrosia’s sex life.
“So,” I state and clear my throat. “I’m going over there. Don’t try to stop me, but feel free to join me if you will. Rath, we’re gonna need some of that chameleon mojo you’ve got. My mother and father think that I have some Vampire in me. Well, I need to amp that up enough to fool the barrier. Trey, you’re half Light Fae anyway, and Rook, it seems your half-Shifter genes get you through. Gramps, Grams. I will bring your daughter back here kicking and screaming, but it is up to you to dispense discipline onto her. I won’t be held responsible for her sentencing or imprisonment. That’s up to you. I trust, though, that you will put your personal feelings aside and do right by me and my Kingdom.”
“Of course, Your Majesty,” Gramps says with a slight smirk, which only clouds over a little bit.
I get how hard this is for them, but I have my Kingdom,bothof my Kingdoms, to think about now. Ambrosia has fucked us over too many times now, and enough is fucking well enough. She is standing between me and the Light Fae, and may the gods help me, I will bust through her entire army and my own lover to get to her myself if I have to.
I just hope it’s not too late.
Chapter 28
Theo
Savvie she knows instantly that I need to speak to her. I guess it’s not a massive stretch. Rath took my hand in the Dining Hall, and she saw it. I need to know what she’s thinking. Is she pissed? Happy? Worried?
She turns to the other men. “We’ll meet you in the… where is the ritual set up?” She frowns at Rath.
“In a disused room downstairs, off to the right of the stairs. It’s empty, burned out, it appears.”
Drake makes a choking sound and turns to Maurelle. Her pinched features tell a story that the rest of us aren’t privy to. Something happened in that room and whatever it was, wasn’t good.
Savvie also doesn’t seem to be in the know as she nods and says, “Okay, we’ll meet you there.”
“I’ll stay, if you don’t mind,” Rath murmurs.
My nerves abate only a small bit. Having him here helps. It shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be letting it, but I can’t help the fact that has dawned on me in a massive way over the last few hours.
The rest of the men, along with Savvie’s grandparents, file out, leaving the three of us alone.
Savvie comes to me and cups my face, giving me a sweet kiss. “You don’t look so good,” she murmurs. “Do you need to feed?”
I shake my head vehemently. “No, I can’t. Not from you or Rath, for that matter. It is too much, too powerful, too… addictive.”
“Oh,” she says with a worried frown. “How will you feed then?”
I shrug. That’s honestly the least of my worries at the moment.
“You fed from Trey once before. I’ll ask him to help you until we find a more permanent solution,” she says, coming to a decision quickly and decisively.
