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“And all that time, his real father had no clue?” I asked. Her countenance fell. “He wasn’t alive to see Nyfain reach his teens. Even when Nyfain was a baby, he was the spitting image of his father. No one noticed at first.
So, … that’s not his teens. Which means his real father should have noticed or had a clue… and that was the damn question. Stop saying dumb shit.
I certainly didn’t want to point out that the only way she’d fucked up was by not writing to Nyfain sooner. By not warning him as soon as she could. She’d known enough about the king to guess he’d do something crazy. Then again, she’d barely gotten out of her nightmare life alive.
Exactly! She should have. And that’s what the hell Dee was for! She wasn’t beaten. Her brain was intact and she KNEW the plan!
What would happen when only one official royal was left in the kingdom—the favorite royal—and she had ownership of the gold?
You challenge her and take the damn crown. Simple. She shouldn’t have said that shit in front of witnesses in the first damn place. She knew better. I feel like it was a setup.
This was always a wealthy kingdom, with much to trade, but even a wealthy kingdom, mismanaged, can fall into desolation. I feared that was the way it would go. So I protected what was mine.”
Why does she say “mine” and not “yours” or “ours”? She sounds like she has ulterior motives still…
You are your father’s son, and I don’t mean the king.” “Probably too soon,” I murmured.
Lol. But she was flinching like she expected him to behave like the king before…especially in the mine.
I suspected they’d shared many other meals like this, sitting quietly in front of the fire. Nyfain had mentioned as much.
Why would you suspect it if he has already mentioned it?
For never refusing to back down to my rage. I need it. The kingdom needs it. I like knowing that you’d poison my breakfast if I ever get out of hand.”
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“I would never poison your breakfast, though,” I murmured
Yeah, that would be harder to hide…
“Nervous that I’ll end up like the king before me, and the king before him. That I will only be there because of titles and bloodlines.”
So he’s a born alpha as well, like her and Weston…
I’d done that to him. My negligence in not getting word to him quickly had allowed that insane king to trap him here.
Yes, you and Dee. Either one could have sent word…
He laughed as though he’d made a grand joke, and I suddenly didn’t know what to say. Or how to act. Or…where to look. He was at once disarming, confusing, and completely unexpected.
🤣🤣🤣 If you only knew how Finely met him!
it is a little challenging to create an image for her because she fits in no standard boxes. Not a single one. We’re calling her unique instead of weird, but…she is weird. Always has been.
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“And Finley? I couldn’t quite understand you through your slurring last night.”
🤣🤣🤣🤣 Drunk as a skunk!
She’d turn him inside out. You should’ve heard what she said about poisoning the late king.” “I did. You told me three times last night.” I grimaced. I didn’t remember that.
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I shook my head. “He is welcome to speak with me, but I will not take an authoritative position in this kingdom. I had my chance to affect change, and I failed.”
So… why are you even here? You’re not helping if that’s the way you think. I see where her son gets it now…
He might’ve done better to stay on, since he still couldn’t shift, but he didn’t have much experience on horseback, let alone while fighting.
And exactly how did she gain experience if their village had no horses?
Hurry, I thought. We have to get to him. I know. But we have to warn everyone, too. We need more help.
Roar!
How do they even know where he is?
The magic that was put in him, duh. You even said that before!
Shit, I thought. They must have some sort of magic spell protecting them from fire.
That’s more reason for me to believe you have ice…
She launched back into the sky as the other dragons circled overhead, probably all wondering, What the fuck?
Why did she even land? To kill 7 demons?
In the next clearing, she landed behind another group of demons and trampled them with her feet. Then she was up again,
I guess so then.
flying over the next village in a race to get to Nyfain.
Seems like she’s wasting a lot of time if you ask me…
She soared over the wood, this time a little slower to make sure all the other dragons could keep up. More demons streamed through the trees, all of them intent on getting to Nyfain.
Yet she slows down, waiting for the other dragons? They’ll catch up! Where is the logic?
Just kick the thing, I told her as the demon swung.
I’m saying! WTF. Is she that spoiled? Her dragon form got injured for the first time and she freezes up but Finley’s human form has been beaten and whipped repeatedly and she kept going? What in the hell!
His aim and control were absolutely incredible after so many years spent fighting on the ground. I can’t let that big sonuvabitch show me up, my dragon thought. Same team! It might be the same team, but I want to be the most valuable player.
She’s the bit that just froze after getting slashed with a knife…
Her teeth raked across something before she slammed into the ground and rolled over a few bodies that couldn’t get out of the way in time.
Almost had him!
He teleported. Get him! I hollered.
How? He teleported…🙄🙄
I got a piece of him, she said, quickly righting herself. It’s not teleporting—it’s some sort of invisible transferring of his body. Yes. Teleporting.
Lol
She stomped and bit, trying to clear enough space so she could snap out her wings and take to the sky. There were too many, though, some with swords at the ready.
Why doesn’t she just spin with her tail out? She could just swipe them away.
“My dragon nipped him as he was teleporting. Maybe Micah was able to follow him and eventually grab him.”
Would have been better if Weston or Enco could scent him and track. Micah proved useless or deliberately trying not to harm him but look like he was.
“Water. Heated. I need a rolling boil. Half a bucket is enough. I don’t need much, and less water means faster heating.” “What about the bandages?” he asked. “Bandages are a patch. This elixir is a cure. I need that water going.” “Sure, yeah.” Nyfain dashed over to the pot and was quickly out the door, doing my bidding. His mother had trained him well.
So why couldn’t he “dash” over to get the bandages from the top shelf?
I finished putting in the herbs as Hannon pulled a chair from the corner and set it behind me.
Like Nyfain should have done, seeing that she couldn’t stand… and gotten the damn bandages…
“You got here fast.”
I was also thinking that…
“It’s his fear talking. He can let out his rage. My animal is not afraid of it. He says it is a natural part of life.”
I really want to know what he is…
“Whoops.” Hannon put a hand to her arm and moved her to the side. “Sorry, ma’am, but I don’t know what that is, and she is getting close to unconsciousness. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened already. It must be her mate riling her up. Let’s just stick with what works, shall we?”
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“There is some debate as to your position, ma’am,” Hannon said, mixing the ingredients with his finger.
Well, her being the former Queen of Wyvern isn’t really debatable…
To add weight to my request, Hannon has advised that you don’t do any physical exertion. I’m reasonably confident he meant flying or learning the sword, both things my mother is now hellbent on teaching you. I am decently sure he didn’t mean sex, but just in case, I’ll do all the work, I promise.
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Leala will supply you with a leisure dress, what women used to wear around the castle. It’s casual wear. Undergarments not required. <— that should’ve been an underline and not a strikethrough…
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I’m sure you can anticipate his reaction to the close call your normal state of affairs in a dangerous setting.
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And then you got fucked, and here we are. The prince has lost his mind, and we’re all afraid to breathe.”
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I am asking all the pretty little wolves I meet to try to find them all.
Wolves, huh?
“Let me guess…” Hadriel said, his tone flat. “Thirty-six in the jacket and one that isn’t so hidden after the hints are handed out?” Vemar braced his hands on his hips and winked. “Very smart, Mr. Butler. How did you know?”
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“Please don’t.” Hadriel groaned. “I get picked on enough.” Vemar looked over, power pulsing around him, suddenly incredibly intense. My small hairs rose. “Who is picking on you?” he growled.
Ooohhh….
“Is there a way to sneak out of here? I need to get to that field. I want to—” An imposing presence filled the doorframe,
🤣🤣🤣 Nope.
I’d had my misgivings. Still did. Even when he added, Besides, have you seen any demons with wings?
Is he a sphinx? I can’t remember all qualities of a sphinx though…
I glanced over the ingredients I’d collected and felt the unmistakable urge to get to work. My brain was exploding with ideas. I felt the rightness of this approach. Of working the struggling everlass.
It’s funny how the queen said she’d already picked some struggling Everlass but Finley is acting like they don’t have any….
“Yes.” Hannon nodded. “Anger and annoyance are much better than sadness.” I frowned and gave him a light shove. “You’re getting a little too good at reading me, Hannon,” I said darkly. “Violation of privacy, maybe?”
Guess she doesn’t suspect what he is OR she’s trying to play it off since he said that…
“Finley, darling, I’m getting nasty looks.” Hadriel slouched where he stood, and a large grin worked up Vemar’s face. “Should I heed her passive-aggressive orders? It might save us all a lot of trouble.”
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They almost looked coated in light.
Angel? Is he a freaking angel?
This was the one that would make one helluva difference. I just wished I knew how it came to be.
We gone play stupid then? After noticing Hannon looking nervous about the plant? Wonder why Hadriel hasn’t told her about the magical aura around Hannon that day. I knew he forgot a lot after seeing the Queen in the sky, but this should have jogged his memory.
