Page 84 of Wrath of the Fae

‘I don’t understand.’

It moves, snaking around my body and brushing against my wings before returning before me, hovering in its giant form.

‘You have returned.’

‘I have never been here before.’

It laughs. Its head remains still, but its body constantly shifts and roils.

‘Queen of the Fae folk.’It swoops closer. Its golden eyes bore into mine, so golden and bright, they’re almost hypnotic.‘Child of Fate, you are unmade.’

‘Un-unmade?’

‘Missing parts of yourself. Like a jaw missing teeth. Or a Fae with plucked wings. Where are your wings, Fae queen?’

‘I have my wings. They’re exactly where they’re supposed to be.’

‘Your stolen wings, torn from your flesh as you lie screaming.’

‘How do you know about that?’

‘Where are your teeth, child of Fate?’

‘In my fucking mouth,’ I reply, pissed with its sarcastic mocking. ‘Where are yours?’

‘Your teeth are in the King's stolen palace. Those teeth. They tore into your fragile little heart and made it bleed. Made you cry and hate and grieve. Those vicious, oh-so-handsome teeth. Only they could ever pierce that lump of rock in your chest. And they tore and tore and tore, didn’t they? Those naughty little teeth.’ It tilts its head. ‘Cyrus and Reid. Your teeth have names. And you like to moan their names, don’t you, Fae Queen?’

‘What are you? What do you want, creature?’

‘Creature?’ it croons, that sarcastic tone dripping from every word. ‘How impolite, child of Fate. That is not my name. Not my title.’

‘What is your title?’ I ask.

A low growl vibrates through him. ‘King, child.I am Leviathan. Lord of all.’

‘Leviathan…’ I repeat in a whisper.

‘All the creatures waking from their slumber are mine.’

‘You… you created the monsters? The Desert Demons?’

He laughs again.

‘You ask the Gods who created them? A foolish question.’

‘Why are you down here?’

‘Waiting.’

‘For what?’

‘For you.’

‘Me? Why me?’

‘A vow.’ He faces the corpse. ‘To the light. A vow to my blood.’

‘You are speaking in riddles.’

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