Page 45 of Hopeless Kingdom
My lips press to Daxdyn’s and I push his dark hair back from his face. I roll in the bed until I’m facing Darrio and slowly I brush a kiss across his lips. He hums a sound of exhausted approval.
To my unfortunate luck, there was no threesome.
But there was an understanding between us. Somehow, even Ryder’s allowed in our strange relationship. In a way, Ryder’s always been a part of this relationship. He’s just not like Dax and Darrio. He’s different. The same but different.
Quietly, I slip from the bed. I pull my boots on and then I kneel next to Ryder’s sleeping form, curled up on the tiny, velvet loveseat.
White light streaks across his strong features.
The features of a prince. The full lips of a prince.
My fingers brush over his soft lips as I stare down at him.
If I could be honest with myself, I’d know that I followed these three into this dangerous kingdom for a reason. I wanted to feel like I wasn’t alone in this world for once. I wanted to feel like I belonged somewhere.
Now I do. I belong with these three Hopeless fae.
I’ll come back for them. After I finish my task tonight, I’ll come back for them.
The moment I rail my father’s sword through King Tristan’s body, I’ll come back for them.
Chapter Fourteen
Power is a Dangerous Thing
The clouds lay especially heavy in the heavens tonight. A thick gray color covers the stars and, thank the gods, the moon. The slick grass causes my boots to slip just slightly as I follow quietly behind Tristan.
“I haven’t slept a wink since we last spoke.” He walks with the arrogance only royalty seems to have. His spine is so stiff I think it might break in half.
And there, at his waist is the one thing I prayed he’d flaunt in my face tonight.
My father’s sword.
“I’ve rested up rather well. I wanted to ensure my powers would be ready for you,” I say as if it’s the utter truth, as if I haven’t actually lost a lot of sleep due to an over active sex life with two hungry fae men.
He opens the door to the place I told him would possess the most cosmic power.
Cosmic; yes, yes I did steal that word from Ryder.
The door opens to the tower that conceals the Hopeless realm. The echoing sound of our steps circle the room and I stare hard at the bars that cage in the well to the Hopeless city.
If I kill Tristan here, in this secluded, forbidden tower, no one will find him for days. It could give us just enough time to figure out how to break the iron bars over the well.
Tristan pulls an odd-looking, razor like object from his pocket.
“Give me your wrists.”
Hesitantly I lift my wrists to him. My heart begins to kick into over drive the moment his hands wrap around mine.
He angles the black blade against the iron cuff and peculiarly it falls away with a hard clanking sound against the brick.
“The Traveler brought us this little gift. It opens and seals these special cuffs he designed for me.”
The Traveler made his jailer cuffs for him to use against his own fae people?
I can’t even process that thought.
The other cuff is removed with ease and then he’s staring at me with so much intensity I shift away from him.
