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“The Lochen fae value strength, courage, and a cunning mind. Just because I was born from a male who possesses such traits doesn’t mean that I’ll bear them as well. So, to keep our kingdom strong, an election is held when each king passes or steps down.
“Truly?” I didn’t question him further, even though I still felt as if I had a body, but considering I couldn’t see or hear anything other than his voice, perhaps it was my soul’s way of connecting to what it knew versus a physical body that actually existed in his realm. And instead of speaking, I was actually projecting my questions.
“Be free, young one. Let them feel your might.”
Priestess Genoova looked as though she’d seen a ghost when I finally stopped the magnificent display of my affinities, but that power, that barely leashed might, rippled just beneath my skin, waiting to be unleashed with every breath that I took. A warrior’s power.
My hand was around her throat before she knew what hit her. “Speak very, very carefully. That’s my mate you’re disrespecting.”
“No reason to be embarrassed, Lara. Mating is a perfectly natural occurrence.” His cheeky quip only made her scurry down the hall as he laughed again.
“Ah, yes. A demon traipsing as a human.” “And humans are the species in the other realm?” Ilara’s lips curved into a true smile. Delighted curiosity strummed from her into me on the bond. “Yes, they’re entirely unmagical,” Haxil explained.
“Sven did ask if we were to be his experiments.” Nish reminded the hunter with a glower. “You can hardly blame my prince’s reaction.” Sven gave another laugh, and I couldn’t help but wonder if his mind was stable.
“Most curious, most curious indeed. If we have more time, I would give my left nut to learn more about your strange powers, but until then—” He shrugged and turned on his heel, moving surprisingly agilely for a male his age, especially a male who’d just rather eloquently agreed to give us a testicle.
Sandus nodded in approval, not seeming to mind Sven’s eccentric nature. “Good for you. It takes balls to kill someone you’re related to.” Sven nodded. “I can assure you I have very large balls.” Nish blew the tea he was drinking through his nose, and Ryder muffled a laugh behind his cough. “Sven,” the hunter called from his chair. “We’ve talked about this . . .” Sven didn’t even blink. “Ah yes, my apologies. I forget that speaking of one’s genitalia is often frowned upon.”
The Fire Wolf pulled out an object from his pocket, a slim metallic device that was a rectangular shape. He tapped something on the surface, and it began to glow as square-like objects appeared on it. Holding it over the book, he tapped the rectangle, and a sound emitted.
