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I have no idea if we are walking into a trap, as this all felt too easy, or if they are truly on my side and sick of the turmoil that has fallen over their land.
But all that aside, I’m pretty sure we’ll find out in a few minutes.
Please be okay, Jerrick.
Chapter 32
Jerrick
Standing at the windows, staring out across a land that I have no wish to live in, I turn my head slightly and smile down at the viper that has wrapped her arms around me.
I figured out some time ago that she won’t want me to fuck her. She isn’t pregnant with Anders’s child, so she will be using some other Light Fae to get the deed done. No way can she risk me making her pregnant. She couldn’t pass off a purely Dark Fae child as the heir to this Kingdom.
That doesn’t mean that she is leaving me alone, though. So far, I have successfully managed to avoid doing anything that I can’t look Savvie in the face for but I feel that is about to end though when she pouts at me. Unfortunately, the opportunity to kill her has not arisen yet. There is a Guard right outside her door who will stop me the second I try. There has to be a moment soon, though, or I’m just going to have to do it and suffer the consequences of an execution before I can make my escape back to the Dark Fae lands, where they will find it a lot harder to get to me.
“I’ve waited a long time for you, Jerrick. Taking you from that usurper is just icing on the cake. Kiss me,” she demands.
I hate myself as I turn towards her and lower my mouth to hers. I keep telling myself that this is all to protect Savvie.
She parts her lips, a look of victory in her eyes.
Gripping her around her throat loosely, it lights a fire in those triumphant eyes.
I am millimeters from touching my lips to hers when I stop.
“I wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last woman in this Realm,” I whisper to her and tighten my hold on her throat.
She chokes, her eyes going wide in shock.
Her hands scrabble at mine as I squeeze tighter. “J-Jerrick…”
I only came here because Savvie threw me out of my own interrogation that was going nowhere. I doubt very much that she got anything out of Harris before he died. He took Hellebore, which is poisonous to our kind. He would have slumped over dead not long into her interrogation with himifhe was even alive when she walked in there.
I came here because I abhor inaction. I wasn’t made to sit around waiting for other people to fix problems.Iam the problem solver. It’s up to me. I was destined to be the Head of the Dark Fae Guard. I didn’t come into it by accident. It was always going to be mine.
Just as Savvie is mine.
Even though I don’t like it, I accept that she doesn’t need me to fight her battles for her. She can kick the ass off anyone, including me. She always had that capability, but even more so now.
Gritting my teeth, I lift Ambrosia up and throw her back to the bed.
She squeaks and gets her magick ready to throw at me. I probably won’t survive it. She is a Princess, and I’m just a lowly Guard. I’m supposed to defend her, not attack her. But I can’tallow her to keep causing trouble for Savvie. If I kill her, it will bring her followers out of the woodwork. It will put Savvie in danger, but I’ve come to realize—as it’s all I’ve been able to think about – that she can take care of herself.
“You can throw that at me and kill me, but it will only piss Savannah off further,” I inform Ambrosia as I walk towards her. I’m not afraid of her or her magick.
Her slight hesitation is all I need.
Savvie is coming. I can feel her close by through the empathic bond that has taken on a whole new level. Having the ability to connect with her telepathically arouses me. It isours. Even though I think she might be able to do this with Rook as well, I don’t care. It is something that transcends distance and magickal barriers and is born from our love.
“Come for me, Princess. I’m waiting for you.”
Sending that thought into her head, with a slow smile, I approach Ambrosia, ready to end this once and for all.
She fires off her magick, a bolt of lightning so fierce it burns its way through the air, across the room, but I dodge it, lunging at her as she screams.
Trey cries out behind me, but I’m too focused on detaining Ambrosia. I loom over her, pinning her to the bed, her hands up above her head, held in my hand as the other one goes back around her throat.
“You lose, peacock,” I snarl.
