Page 106 of Owned By the Fae
They glance at each other again and my eyes narrow.
Grey relents. ‘We just saw FianawithVern.’
‘What do you mean?’ I ask, thinking I must be misunderstanding him. ‘Fianaand Daneare ...’
They shake their heads. ‘They ... they're leaving. Together. They're going to betray Varrik.’
I wince, and Kal’s eyes narrow. ‘It seems they aren’t the only ones keeping secrets. You knew this already,’ he accuses. ‘How?’
I rub my eyes. ‘I heard her talking about it,’ I admit.
‘When has Fiana been in this room?’ Grey’s snarls, his eyes turning violet immediately.
I stare at him. Now that I’ve been asked plainly, I don't want to lie, so I say nothing.
‘Get Dane,’ Grey growls at Kal. ‘Bring him here. Make sure no one sees you.’
Kallum nods and disappears. Grey's looking at me oddly, a pitying expression deep in his eyes. The Harbinger doesn't like it and neither do I.
‘Tell me what's going on,’ I say. ‘Don't tell me it's nothing and don't tell me it was only what you just saw Fiana and Vern doing.’
‘When the others get here,’ he says gently, pouring me a cup of water from the jug on the table and handing it to me. ‘Sit down. Please.’
My heart is thumping in my chest, but I do as he says, sitting by the smoldering fire and watching as he puts a couple of logs on it to warm the room. I glance up at the sky through the bars on the window, trying to see the position of the moon to guess what time it is. Grey’s eyes follow mine.
‘I don't know,’ Grey murmurs. ‘Early morning, I think.’
A moment later, Kal appears in the room with a rumpled-looking Dane who’s still blinking the sleep from his eyes. ‘What the fuck is this?’ he mutters. ‘It couldn't wait until morning?’
‘No,’ Grey snarls, ‘it couldn't. Sit.’
Dane shakes his head and mumbles something but he sits in one of the other chairs.
I look from Dane to Kal to Grey. ‘We're all here,’ I say. ‘Speak.’
Kal and Grey share a look.
Dane snarls. ‘Gods, what is it?’
‘Lia is with child,’ Grey bites out.
‘Impossible!’ Dane hisses.
I'm standing up, shaking my head, my heart thundering in my chest by the mere idea.
‘No,’ I say. ‘Dane’s right. It's not possible. I drink the tea he brings. All of it. Every time. I have never not since this ... began.’
Dane is nodding vigorously. ‘Every day without fail,’ he says. ‘I have never forgotten. Not once. You are mistaken.’
‘My nose doesn’t lie.’ Grey looks at the floor. ‘I wish I was wrong. I'm sorry, Lia.’
I’m still shaking my head as Kal pulls a small jar out of his cloak and plonks it on the table.
‘Is this the tea?’ Kallum asks Dane.
‘Yes. I keep it in my room.’
Kal sits down heavily. ‘We came upon Fiana the night of the banquet. We followed her to your room. She switched the jars.’
