didn’t leave anything to chance. She’d been held with the Dark once. That wasn’t going to ever happen again.
Behind her a few steps was her watcher. If only she could see him when she was veiled, but Fae magic didn’t work that way. Which sucked, if she were being honest.
She’d been in the palace for a few hours with no sign of Balladyn. Though that wasn’t why she was there. She was in the Dark palace because she wanted to see what they knew about the attacks on the Dragon Kings as well as pick up any other information she could.
Unfortunately, she’d gotten nothing on the Reapers. All she’d managed to gather was what she’d heard in the bars and the Light castle—everyone was terrified.
Although, she did overhear several conversations about the Dark moving around Ireland. That made her wonder, because it wasn’t something they did. But the Dark were being cryptic about it—even in their own palace.
Interesting.
Rhi was beginning to itch from being in the Dark palace for so long. She longed to bask in sunlight and chase away the darkness that was creeping upon her once more.
But she hesitated. She wanted to help the Kings, but there was a driving need within her, pushing her to learn the truth about the Reapers. She didn’t know how, but she couldn’t dispel the feeling that the knowledge about the Reapers was going to be important.
The Reapers wouldn’t just show up for no apparent reason now after thousands of years. Someone sent them. Who and why? That’s what Rhi needed to know.
She was getting ready to leave and call to Balladyn so that he might take her to his library to see the texts about the Reapers when she turned the corner.
Rhi came to a halt when she found Balladyn standing next to Taraeth. They were talking to someone, but he was hidden by a column.
Balladyn was in all black, his silk shirt molding to every contour of his body. His look was understated, yet powerful. A direct contrast with Taraeth who wore black leather pants, a silver shirt, and what looked like a black satin robe left unbelted so that the red inside could be seen.
Crass and showy. Just like Taraeth.
She moved forward. Balladyn’s gaze jerked her way. He couldn’t see her, but just as the first time she’d veiled herself in the Dark palace, he sensed her. Balladyn didn’t say anything. His expression told her just how annoyed he was that she was there.
Rhi caught sight of a gray suit. There was something about the way the man moved that had her shifting to the side to see who it was. That’s when she caught a glimpse of black hair pulled back in a queue.
Ulrik!
Rhi should’ve known. It was no secret that Ulrik was working with the Dark, but seeing it was a reminder of how bad things were for the Dragon Kings. And the Light Fae, if Rhi were honest.
Ulrik traveled fast to have been in Austin with her, and then in the Dark palace—changing into his suit. Rhi wasn’t sure why Ulrik did anything, but it infuriated her that he’d found her in Austin and spoken so ambiguously.
There was no way the Light would be able to stay out of the war between the Dark and the Kings for much longer. The Fae Wars would happen all over again.
Unless Ulrik could be stopped.
Yet Rhi didn’t teleport to Dreagan and notify them of where Ulrik was. Why should she? The Kings wouldn’t venture onto Dark property to find him.
Ulrik was a friend. Or was he? Rhi wasn’t sure. She didn’t want him to die, which was what had to happen for the war to stop before it really began. Because the only other option of Ulrik forgetting his revenge wasn’t going to happen.
Though Con was a complete dick, Rhi didn’t want him to die either. Unfortunately, one of them would have to. It was the only way.
She pressed herself against the wall as Balladyn and Taraeth came her way. Rhi tried to look around them to catch another glimpse of Ulrik, but he was walking the opposite way. There was a woman beside him, a Dark Fae who he had his
Behind her a few steps was her watcher. If only she could see him when she was veiled, but Fae magic didn’t work that way. Which sucked, if she were being honest.
She’d been in the palace for a few hours with no sign of Balladyn. Though that wasn’t why she was there. She was in the Dark palace because she wanted to see what they knew about the attacks on the Dragon Kings as well as pick up any other information she could.
Unfortunately, she’d gotten nothing on the Reapers. All she’d managed to gather was what she’d heard in the bars and the Light castle—everyone was terrified.
Although, she did overhear several conversations about the Dark moving around Ireland. That made her wonder, because it wasn’t something they did. But the Dark were being cryptic about it—even in their own palace.
Interesting.
Rhi was beginning to itch from being in the Dark palace for so long. She longed to bask in sunlight and chase away the darkness that was creeping upon her once more.
But she hesitated. She wanted to help the Kings, but there was a driving need within her, pushing her to learn the truth about the Reapers. She didn’t know how, but she couldn’t dispel the feeling that the knowledge about the Reapers was going to be important.
The Reapers wouldn’t just show up for no apparent reason now after thousands of years. Someone sent them. Who and why? That’s what Rhi needed to know.
She was getting ready to leave and call to Balladyn so that he might take her to his library to see the texts about the Reapers when she turned the corner.
Rhi came to a halt when she found Balladyn standing next to Taraeth. They were talking to someone, but he was hidden by a column.
Balladyn was in all black, his silk shirt molding to every contour of his body. His look was understated, yet powerful. A direct contrast with Taraeth who wore black leather pants, a silver shirt, and what looked like a black satin robe left unbelted so that the red inside could be seen.
Crass and showy. Just like Taraeth.
She moved forward. Balladyn’s gaze jerked her way. He couldn’t see her, but just as the first time she’d veiled herself in the Dark palace, he sensed her. Balladyn didn’t say anything. His expression told her just how annoyed he was that she was there.
Rhi caught sight of a gray suit. There was something about the way the man moved that had her shifting to the side to see who it was. That’s when she caught a glimpse of black hair pulled back in a queue.
Ulrik!
Rhi should’ve known. It was no secret that Ulrik was working with the Dark, but seeing it was a reminder of how bad things were for the Dragon Kings. And the Light Fae, if Rhi were honest.
Ulrik traveled fast to have been in Austin with her, and then in the Dark palace—changing into his suit. Rhi wasn’t sure why Ulrik did anything, but it infuriated her that he’d found her in Austin and spoken so ambiguously.
There was no way the Light would be able to stay out of the war between the Dark and the Kings for much longer. The Fae Wars would happen all over again.
Unless Ulrik could be stopped.
Yet Rhi didn’t teleport to Dreagan and notify them of where Ulrik was. Why should she? The Kings wouldn’t venture onto Dark property to find him.
Ulrik was a friend. Or was he? Rhi wasn’t sure. She didn’t want him to die, which was what had to happen for the war to stop before it really began. Because the only other option of Ulrik forgetting his revenge wasn’t going to happen.
Though Con was a complete dick, Rhi didn’t want him to die either. Unfortunately, one of them would have to. It was the only way.
She pressed herself against the wall as Balladyn and Taraeth came her way. Rhi tried to look around them to catch another glimpse of Ulrik, but he was walking the opposite way. There was a woman beside him, a Dark Fae who he had his
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