Page 115 of A Song of Air
They chanted the word like a prayer, though to Weylyn it felt more like an omen.
The queen stood to her full height and held up a hand, effectively silencing everyone within seconds. “I have decided,” she said, her voice carrying.
Weylyn’s heart thumped in his chest. Already he was attempting to form a plan in his head, anticipating moves and the strength of those around him. What position to take that would best protect his mate. Or at least give her a fighting chance to escape.
His muscles bunched. His canines snapped out from his gums.
“I have decided to spare Prince Weylyn’s life,” she announced.
His eyebrows flew up as he took in his mother and the cruel way in which she smiled down at Bryson.
“And to celebrate his return, we shall feast tonight. In his honor and in honor of his mate.”
Weylyn did not breathe a sigh of relief because he knew this wasn’t a peace offering. This wasn’t a reprieve. He saw the farce for what it truly was.
The beginning of the fucking end.
Rules of Unseelie
The chains were removedfrom their wrists. Bryson and Weylyn were escorted through camp and into a large tent, where they both were promptly shoved inside.
Bryson struggled to right herself, blinking at her surroundings. With each hour that passed, her eyes only seemed to worsen. The pain made her want to peel her lids from her eyes. Her scars itched terribly, and her temples were already throbbing. Not just because the light was blinding, making it harder to see, but because of everything she’d learned within the past few hours.
Not only was Weylyn half-Unseelie, but he was also an Unseelie Prince. Son to the Queen of all that Dies. She tried to contend that to the image of him in her mind. It didn’t make sense, and yet it all fell perfectly into place. She just needed answers to the thousands of questions that had already begun to plague her thoughts.
She turned, limp hair smacking her cheek. “Weylyn—”
“Sssh!”
She blinked at his form. “Did you just—”
“Quiet.”
She held back her irritation as she watched him walk in a slow circle around the room. What he was inspecting it for, she couldn’t be sure, but she let him do it in the quiet he’d demanded. When he finally finished, he grabbed her arm and guided her down onto a plush cushion and sat next to her.
A moment later, his fingers invaded her mind, diving in like he was a mermaid jumping home into its depths.
