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281 pages, Paperback
Published October 9, 2023
“Is that what you were trying to do?” a voice floated over, cutting through my hazy, wandering thoughts. “Pet me?”
I must have stared a second too long at his ears because he chuckled, brushing a strand of my hair back and tracing a thumb up my own slanted ear. - “Yes, love, I’m just like you,”
“If the ears didn’t convince you, maybe this will,” he said. - He hardly paused before sweeping me into his arms and moving to the music. I stumbled a bit before catching up with him. His hands found my waist, his touch featherlight. The movement on his part gave me some more confidence… or perhaps that was from the last spiked seltzer I’d chugged with Lil only minutes ago, finally kicking in.
“I’ll go where I wish.” The man behind me tapped on my shoulder and hissed, “Do you know the Night King or something?” “I believe she said she wasn’t interested,”
I stared at it and then, in a moment of pure, unrationalized panic, I pressed it to my lips. I thought of Nox; the citrusy smell of him, his gold-flecked eyes, the silver of his hair catching in the glow of the flashing club lights… - But it was too late. Nox stood in front of me, his brow furrowed in confusion as he slowly approached me. “Why are you on the floor—”
He unfroze and crouched down, his eyes burning with rage. “Who did this to you?” he asked roughly, as if it was an effort for him to stay in control.
“I have a question. But first,” I groaned as I adjusted, “first I need you to go to the cabinet next to the fridge and get me my bottle of whiskey.” “Your bottle of whiskey?” he mused. “Yes,” I hissed. “Mine.
“Coming?” I stared at him for a moment before I said, “I don’t know you. You don’t know me. Why are you acting like we’re friends?” “Are we not?” “I think we might still be in the ‘stranger’ or at the very least the ‘acquaintance’ phase.” - “How do I become your friend?” I pursed my lips, but replied, “Well, what we’re doing now works for starters, I suppose.” He lifted a hand, and before I could even register what he was doing, he brushed his thumb over my lower lip and murmured, “Good.”
Call on me whenever you wish. I’ll always make time for you. I stared at the words, a little confused. Nox was… intense. And protective of me in a way that I wasn’t sure I quite understood, at least not yet. It was all very strange.
“You’re a disgrace to this court,” Miriam said with a sniff. I turned. This time, I couldn’t help it or control it, even knowing what she might see as I faced her. Her eyes widened and it was her turn to stumble back. “What… what are you?” she whispered in horror; her gaze glued to the otherworldly glow I knew was shining from behind my eyes. - “Don’t cross me again, Miriam. This is your only warning.” “Please,” she bleated, frozen where she stood. “Count your blessings, siren. I could have you begging for your life,”
“When are you going to realize this isn’t just about you, Aster?” “Enough.” Nox’s voice cut through the room, sharp as the blade of a sword. Raven turned, glaring at him. “I don’t mean to offend, my king, but what the hell do you know about Aster that I suddenly don’t? I’ve known her for most of her life.” “And that gives you license to be an asshole to her?”
His pupils all but blew out and he groaned softly, clenching his jaw so tightly I was genuinely worried for his teeth.
“Don’t do that again,” he said roughly, his control clearly slipping. I liked challenges. I liked winning them. So, I let my lips kick into a slight smile and this time, I brushed all of my knuckles down the sinewy material of his wing.
But anyways, faeries who have wings tend to show them for a few very specific reasons. I’m surprised you’re not aware of them.” I was… sort of. The problem was, I couldn’t exactly remember. Wings weren’t commonly talked about in the Seelie Court because they were such an Unseelie specific trait.
“Faeries show their wings to their enemies, right before they kill them. I think it’s some stupid intimidation thing. But the only other time I think it happens is when they’ve scented their mate.” My world spun. That was the piece of information that had evaded me? Holy fucking shit this was not happening.
“Aster, baby girl, you’re starting to freak me out.” Slowly, I raised my gaze to hers and whispered, “You have to vow not to tell a soul.” She narrowed her eyes scrutinizingly, but said, “I’m good at keeping secrets. You know that.” I nodded, then told her, “Raven didn’t show me his wings. Nox did.”
“Captain.” Ewin paused, and asked, “Yes?” - “If you insult my servants, or address me without a proper title again, I’ll have you choking on your own blood before you can even beg for your life.” Ewin’s ruddy face paled and he gritted out, “Yes… Your Majesty.” Nox smiled like a wolf. “Better,” he purred. “I like my dogs on leashes.”
He could die tomorrow. My mate could die tomorrow. And I could too. Anything was in the cards at this point and we might never get another chance like this. I stayed still as he walked over to me.
But my spirit and the power I once held would be projected far ahead in time, into the body of a Fae babe who shared my bloodline. You, Asteria.”
“I will kill you for this,” Nox snarled, still not letting go of my lifeless body. “I will turn you to ash and I will scatter your remains so deep in the pits of Hell that you will never be whole again.” Abaddon rolled his eyes. “How valiant of you. Spoken like the true son of a Light warrior. But you are not your father, Nox. You are weak, like your poor, dead Fae mother.”
“Asteria?” he said, his voice breaking. I took a deep breath and said, “You didn’t really think they could kill me that easily? There are no tequila shots in the afterlife.”
“I need to speak to them,” I said, indicating my head towards the crowd. He held my gaze and I saw fear shining in his eyes. Not fear of me, I realized, but fear for me. “I just watched you die,”
“I can carry him. I’ll flit directly to the healers,” - “You hurt him and it’ll be the last thing you do,” I said. A smile slowly spread across Griffin’s face, softening the hard lines of it. He glanced up at Nox and said, “Now I believe you.”
Nox’s grip on my hand tightened, his wings curling around me protectively. And that was when the reality of precisely what had just happened suddenly hit me like a speeding bus.
“You and your friends are safe in this palace. If anyone so much as looks at you in the wrong way I won’t hesitate to remove their head from their body.”
“Each and every one of you who sit at this table before me watched on for years as your regent king abused a child, no less your princess and the chosen heir to the throne. I dare you to deny it. I dare you to claim that you did not see the bruises or hear the screams. I cried out for help and not one of you came. And then I stopped crying. I stopped screaming. Because I knew, there was not a worthy soul amongst any of you. As far as your insults regarding my worth as a woman and my “usefulness” on the marriage market.” I laughed. “I am not an animal to be sold off. And I will have it known that my mate finds no issue with my past nor my present.”