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All of them.

“I didn’t think there wouldeverbe a reason to tellanyoneabout all of us until recently.” Nicolai’s frown verged on a snarl. “Events happened that convinced me Lexi was the one.”

The One,what,exactly?

The Chosen One?

“And what was that?” Magnus demanded of him. “Whatwas this magical event that convincedyou, of all fucking people,to get married?”

Magical event?

Magnus had actually said amagical event.

I’d heard him.

Magical event.

He kept haranguing Nico. “Do you two have a kid? Did you havea childwith someone who doesn’t know about whatyour familyis like?”

“We don’t have a child,” Nicolai told him, his voice steeled. “She knows whoIam. And I knowexactlywhat it’s like to grow up inmyfamily.” His tone was even more grim.

Magnus stared at the ground, his irritation shifting to chagrin. “Sorry. My big mouth.”

Their family?Us?

The possibilities rolled in my head.

Clementine had said that Nicolai’s ex-girlfriend wasLadyHanna-something.

Lady?As inMy High Lady?

Nicolai sucked in a deep breath, his chest expanding under where he was pressing his hand against his dress shirt. “It’s all right.”

My world was spinning as fast as that weird kinetic chandelier was contorting and flailing over the crowd boiling on the dark dance floor far below.

Weird was just another word for magic.Weird women. The weirding way.

In that dragon-college book, the fairy tales were therealhistory.

What ifallthose spicy romantasy books werereal lorefrom historydisguisedas fairy smut?

We’d arrived via that gray elevator that had takenforeverto carry usup only eight floors.

The elevator ride had been so long that we might have traveled betweenrealms.

The wall padding in that freight elevator had been a shimmery gray, almost silvery, almost like the color of liquid mercury.

Or quicksilver.

And now—everything.

What if all those new romantasy books published over the last few yearswere trying totell us something?

Like that the fae realm wasreal?

Or thatallthe magical worlds were real?

Were these fuckers fae high lords? “Nicolai? Sidebar, please?”