The fae who had spoken took a step closer, and Lira felt a dark wave of fear wash over her. Her throat grew tight, although she forced herself not to take a step backward. He loomed above her, even taller than Eirik, and his dark, calculating eyes roved leisurely over her. “I'm afraid we haven't finished with the prince yet.” The fae stepped forward again. This time, Lira was forced to step back toward Kit.
