“I am glad you guys are here; we have a lot to discuss,” I said and then hugged Adam as he walked over to wrap his arms around my waist and twirl me in the air.
“I’m glad I’m here too…” Adam stopped and set me down as he watched one of the older children from Dresden and Tatiana’s union approach the throne.
“I am Shea, Princess of the Light Fae,” she said in a meek tone that told me she was timid, or had been in the shadow of her parents. She looked around our age, which could mean she was a thousand years old for all we knew.
“Shea, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said, and then pushed Adam from behind when all he did was gawk at her. “This is Adam. Sorry for his gawking, he’s the Heir to the Dark Kingdom.”
She blushed. He continued to stare. I smiled. I knew she wasn’t the Light Heir, but they could have some fun together in the meanwhile. Suckers.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I stood in the dungeon and watched Olivia as she slept. I knew what it was like to take orders, and I had my own suspicions about what had gone down when she gave Alden and Ristan over to the Mages. One of my concerns was she that still probably working under the assumption that the Guild was all good.
Savlian sat in a comfy looking chair he’d glamoured for himself in front of her cell, his eyes keenly watching her. His hands worked as he sharpened a blade, and I paused and narrowed my eyes on him.
“Her gag’s been removed?” I asked him.
“Ristan was here earlier. The medallion on the torque he put on her will make sure she isn’t able to cast. You might recognize the design on it. It’s similar to the one you had for a while.” Savlian smirked as he stood and stretched. “You going to be here for a bit?” he asked.
“A few minutes,” I said as I turned to find Olivia watching me.
“You,” she said as she sat up and looked away from me.
“And you,” I whispered as I moved closer to her cell.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she said mulishly, her eyes never lifting from the floor, as if she refused to look at me directly.
“Alden lives, and I want a reason for what you did to him.”
“What do you care? You abandoned us. You and Adam both did. You’re both nothing but traitors,” she seethed.
“No; we were told to leave. I’m Fae, and so is Adam,” I explained. Didn’t the Guild tell them anything? Her head jerked towards me in surprise with this revelation, her midnight blue eyes flashed angrily.
“That’s a lie!”
Had I really called her a mouse? I smiled as Adam stepped from where he’d been waiting, just out of view.
“Do I look Human?” he asked as he glamoured away his shirt and slowly turned for her so that she could see the Celtic cross that marked him as the Dark Heir, glowing along with the rest of his brands.
Her eyes grew wide as she watched him approach. He looked one hundred percent Fae.
“I…I…”