Forgotten Vows (Folk, #2)

by Lily Mayne

My Ash was full fae. But then, he wasn’t my Ash anymore. I wanted to die.

“I think you’d care if she ordered you to track down your little seelie dog and slit his throat.” Cold fury tightened my chest, sending fresh agony through my wound. “Call him that again and I’ll slit yours.”

And it felt like I’d cried for more. For something I’d lost—something other than my mortal life and my home and my parents—but I didn’t know what.

“You’ve forgotten much already, but it will return. He searches for you always. Pines for you.” My brows pinched in a little frown. “Who?” “Your holly king.”

He was mine. He was mine. My Ash. My oak king. And I was his. I would always be his. No one else’s.

Sometimes, in moments like this, my fae body still didn’t feel like my own. It was like it knew something I didn’t.

Your king will worry greatly for you when you vanish. If you are gone for too long, he will start wars over it. But he cannot know.”

“If you won’t let him go, I’ll just cut off your arm.” I nodded up at my own arm hanging behind her. “You have mine. I’ll take yours. It’s only fair.”

I heard the voice leave me before I even realised I was speaking. “I will kill you for this. Only for this.” Even the Carlin seemed surprised I would dare speak to her this way. “I want you to know exactly why I am killing you when I do it,” I told her, my voice quiet—but I knew she could hear me. And for a split second, she looked uneasy. “And it won’t be because of what you did to me. Or what you tried to do to the seelie. I’ll kill your eldest son for what he did to my parents, but when I kill you, it will be only because of this. It will be only for him.”

“Your hair is so much longer now.” I chuckled, reaching up and ruffling my wild curls. “Yeah. I need to cut it.” “No.” Lonan’s eyes flared. “Don’t you dare.”