The Ocean Queen eyed Bryce unflinchingly. “And who, pray tell, are you?” Bryce didn’t miss a beat. “I’m Bryce Danaan, Queen of the Valbaran Fae.” Hunt let out a strangled sound—a sob. Bryce looked at him then, scanning his face, the tears he couldn’t stop. Her gaze flicked to the halo, then down to his wrist—but her expression yielded nothing. She just walked up to where he sat, and it was her, her fucking scent, and that was her soft skin brushing his hand as she peered down into his face.
