Queens of Mist and Madness (Fae Isles, #4)

by Lisette Marshall

‘When you’ve spent days looking like you’re waiting for the gallows? I may have kept quiet, but don’t insult me by pretending I’m blind enough not to notice – so what is it, Creon?’ He closed his eyes. ‘I said—’ ‘That you’re trying to figure out what you’ll be doing in the coming days.’ I gestured wildly at the rest of the Underground, almost knocking over one of Lyn’s clothing racks. ‘Which doesn’t make a lot of sense, does it? Ask Agenor for some task, and I’m sure he’ll be happy to run you ragged from dawn to dusk. As long as you’re not throwing yourself headfirst into any fae armies again—’ ‘Counting swords and stirring poisons?’ he sharply cut in, lips curling into a sneer that was every inch the spurned, furious fae prince. Like a snake coiling to strike, an animal backed into a corner of its own making. ‘Is that really what you want me to be doing, then? Sitting around below the earth for days and wasting my time on jobs any fool could do, while you’re out there risking your life and sanity to save the world?’