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“Feyre of the House of Iron,” she corrected me, but I expected it was less of a correction and more of a hopeful introduction to the Hell Fae Prince.
The bride trials had been halted while the Marsh Lands were rebuilding. The mysterious portal opening near the Naga cavern had not been a coincidence. It’d happened right before the Naga trial, so any trials we planned next would likely become a target.
Meaning the trials were on an indefinite hold until we knew who was behind this, a fact that had upset many of the Hell Fae and Nightmare Fae. But our lieutenants understood and agreed with Ty’s decision.
We would find the culprit, and soon.
Because I suspected whoever had opened that portal in the Marsh Lands—the one that had led to the deaths of Nightmare Fae and at least six Hell Fae Brides—was also the villain responsible for whatever had just happened with Camillia, too.
It was all connected.
I have to find her.
“And I’m—” the other female began, but I cut her off with a short bow.
“Apologies, ladies, but I am on an urgent errand. Please, continue your studies and prepare for the next trial.”
“But when?—”
A figment tugged at Feyre’s ponytail, sending her words into a sharp curse as I took my opportunity to leave.
Thank you,I thought at the giggling figments, appreciating them even more.
I had no desire to offend any of the Hell Fae Bride candidates, especially ones who had made it this far. But until I found Camillia, I would not have answers for them.
My lingering sense of unease amplified when I reached a corridor lined with various books that I’d perused once before. A strange realization, as I didn’t often frequent the deeper levels of this library. I had a library of my own within the palace, making my visit here moot.
But once upon a time, I’d been drawn to this very aisle, and to the beauty seated at a desk toward the end.
“This is where I first saw you,” I whispered as I lightly traced the table’s edge.
A female with dirty-blonde hair reading Vita—a book only Ty himself should be able to decipher—was an imprint I would not soon forget.
What have you found, little prince?Ty asked in my mind.I just felt a jolt of intense longing from you. Is Camillia there? Did you learn something?
Instead of answering him, I transported myself back to the palace. The Hell Fae King’s Warden and Commander were already with him, standing on the wide balcony that overlooked his kingdom.
Ajax’s jaw clenched, and Azazel’s eyes were a turmoil of purple and black. Both of them were unsettled and now looking at me for answers.
Unfortunately, I had a sinking realization of what this all actually meant.
I looked at my king as I delivered the news. I was the one who had been pulling all the strings, who had been there when each one of us had fallen for Camillia De la Croix.
“I know why we sensed her in different places,” I said. “I felt her at the library because that is where I first met her.”
Ajax frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“That’s where I first fell for Camillia,” I explained, meeting his gaze.
His frown deepened. “But I was drawn to the Barren Lands. Camillia and I have never been there together.”
“True,” I agreed. “But what happened to you when Camillia was there? When you thought she died?”
His cheeks lost some of their color, his eyes rounding. “I was broken.”
“Because you’d fallen for her,” Ty said slowly, following my train of thought. “You were all drawn to places that hold emotional value.”
I nodded.
