Page 99 of A Song of Air
She fought back a shiver.
“The Unseelie Court,” she whispered, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. “Everette pushed me into the Unseelie Court.”
Just remembering the way his hands shoved her shoulders, and then the way darkness immediately descended as she fell, made tears want to prick at her eyes. The sentiment was flooded with anger right after. She’d never seen Everette so angry. But it hadn’t mattered how angry he was, that hadn’t been an excuse to put his hands on her.
No matter what she’d done, how unfaithful she’d been.
Bryson let out a breath, knowing she couldn’t dwell on that right then. It would do her, or Weylyn, no good.
“When we return, I will wring his worthless neck,” he assured, like his words were supposed to placate her.
When we return.
“Howwillwe return, Weylyn?”
He was quiet a long moment before his arm wrapped around her shoulder. She should have pushed him away. She wanted to push him away. Instead, little by little, exhaustion settled over her bones, and she found herself leaning into his comfort despite all her misgivings.
Just for the night,she told herself.Just this once.
“We will figure it out,” came his reply.
Bryson’s eyelids fluttered closed, sleep claiming her for its own. She swore she imagined Weylyn’s warm lips against her skin, but she couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes and look. Instead, she was content to let his voice follow her into her dreams.
“Sleep, little mate. I am here now, and I will keep you safe.”
Kerrigan
“What have you done?” The whisper cut through the soft wind, then it rose higher as Iona’s sister whirled her rage on Everette. “What have youdone?!”
“I didn’t mean to!” Tears and snot poured far too freely from the human. It was a sad sight to bear witness, and Uric found himself curling his lip in disgust at the entire display.
Iona’s sister let out a ferocious sound and lunged for the human, fingers extended like claws she meant to bury in his throat.
It would be what he deserved, however Iona appeared at Malika’s back, grasping her thrashing sister in her arms, her grip tight and reassuring.
Arlo paced back and forth along the campgrounds, suddenly stopping when Everette’s anguished cry pierced the sky once more. He had been bawling for what felt like hours now, though logically they knew it had only been a few minutes.
