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730 pages, Paperback
First published January 4, 2022
At that moment, Lyari appeared on the other side of Finn, and she spoke before Laurie could. “I went to the loft first, because that’s where I was summoned,” my Right Hand said. She gave the males a scathing look. “Then I heard the sound of two squabbling faerie kings, and I followed that. I knew wherever I found them, I would find you, Your Majesty.”
“Bet those lightsabers are looking pretty great now, huh?” I said under my breath.
“If we survive this, I’ll make you a green one, and I’ll also get a tattoo that says Fortuna was right on my ass. What do we know about minotaurs?”
“And why are you following me, Seth of the bloodline Arthion, formerly of the Seelie Court?” I asked, genuine curiosity stirring in my chest.
“Because there are rumors about you,” the goblin answered. “Rumors that you protect people. When you saved me at the black market, I knew it to be true.”
“We’ve never talked about it, you know,” I ventured gently. “About what you want to do after this, I mean. Damon is going back to school, and Emma is thinking about opening a dispensary, God help us all. But what about you, Finn? What are your dreams?”
“You,” he whispered, his eyes closing. “Just you.”
So many lies and half-truths. Had we finally reached the end of them? Or was this how it would be for as long as I allowed these males to be in my life?
“I never thanked you, either,” he murmured.
I tilted my head. “Which part are you grateful for? How meeting me led to the loss of your throne?”
His hand tightened around mine. “How meeting you reminded me that there’s more to live for than revenge or power.” Anxiety and confusion beat at my heart like the tips of flapping wings. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I longed to ask. Instead, I leaned forward and rested my cheek on Laurie’s chest.
It had become second nature to spar with this faerie prince, but it also served another purpose—it kept things between us predictable. Distant. Safe. He was Laurie, my friend, my backup, my warmth. The one I could depend on for amusing commentary or a pithy remark that was sure to piss everyone off.
From the beginning, it had been Laurie who came through when I needed someone most.
So many emotions went through me that they felt like a flock of birds flapping across a wide expanse of sky—fear, gratitude, more guilt. I held the edge of the pillow tighter, and my voice was soft as I said, “Thank you, Laurie. For coming for me.”
He either heard my sincerity or sensed the shift within me, because his eyes burned like silver fire. He looked over at me, and suddenly the distance I’d put between us felt like nothing. “I will always come for you,” he said.
If it were Collith on my arm, he would have encouraged restraint and control. It felt good to be with someone who didn’t judge or condemn that part of me—that had been admiration I’d seen in Laurie’s face. Admiration and such wicked desire that it was difficult to breathe.





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Ms Sutton you are a cruel woman. Keep it up ;P