Page 436 of Bitten By the Fae
Deal,Kols agreed.
Zakkai, who was very well versed in Fortune Fae formalities, assembled a plate for me first, suggesting he saw me as the group Omega. I rolled my eyes at him. “Hilarious.”
He just grinned and went about creating a dish for Kols, who was equally unamused by his antics.
Then he started assembling a dish for Zeph, only for the Guardian to say, “I’ll get my own.”
Whether he understood the significance of that or not, I wasn’t sure.
Zakkai replied by finishing the plate and handing it to Ella.
“Thank you,” she whispered, clearly overwhelmed by the table politics.
Zakkai didn’t acknowledge her gratitude, instead looking at Aflora. “Do you want anything else, little star?”
She shook her head, already halfway through her fruit plate. “No, thank you.”
He kissed her temple, slowly fixed himself a plate, and eventually passed the utensils to a quietly simmering Zeph. “Here,” he said.
Kols bit his lip to keep from smiling.
I just shook my head at their dominance war. Apparently, the little fuck fest yesterday hadn’t solved their alpha duel problem.
But it was a little less tense, like the two of them knew how to see eye to eye and work together now. At least where Aflora was concerned.
She sipped her shake through the straw, then watched as I took a bite of eggs with bacon. Her nose crinkled as she leaned forward to sniff my plate. “Troll fat?” she asked, making me choke.
“What?”
“Cooked troll fat,” she replied, grimacing. “You call it bacon?”
My grandmother released a small laugh. “It’s from a pig in the Human Realm.”
Aflora blanched. “Apig?”
“You remember that brown crap on the bloody noodles?” Kols asked conversationally, causing Aflora’s eyes to round.
“Ugh, yes. Don’t remind me.”
He chuckled, then shoveled a forkful of egg and bacon into his mouth with an “Mmm” sound.
She gagged and focused on her fruit salad again—a fruit salad that magically grew as Zeph discreetly hummed a spell. Some of her disgust seemed to melt at the sight of her colorful berries, her gaze flicking up to him in clear gratitude.
He winked in response.
Then the rest of us ate in silence.
Ella was the only one who didn’t seem to share in any of our amusement, her expression melancholy as she forced herself to sip her shake.
My heart ached for her. “Have you seen or heard from Ajax?” I asked her softly.
Her blue eyes lifted to mine, the sadness in them making my stomach clench.
I swallowed. “What happened to Ajax?”
She shook her head, a tear falling down her cheek. “They… they separated all of us. He was in line behind me. In line to be…”
“Executed,” Aflora finished for her, magic seeming to swirl around her being. “I have to?—”
