I glance up, my heart hammering through my chest, and elation runs through me. But then I hear the war drum and battle cries as the Stone Swords descend like vultures, ready to pick us off, and horror washes over me. Fatal comprehension. Because I killed their king. I killed the person who ordered this invasion. But it doesn’t fucking matter. The war didn’t end with him. The fae are going to slaughter us anyway.
