Fuck. “Hand what over?” I say as I put on my best innocent expression.
Silas frowns. “Give me the phone or I won’t give you any bacon.”
I glare at the annoying bastard. If he was human, I’m pretty sure I could take him, but he isn’t, and I’m not stupid enough to get into a fistfight with a werewolf. Besides, I really want some bacon. It smells delicious.
I pull the phone out of my robes and slap it down onto his hand aggressively. He turns it on and starts nosing through it while dishing up the bacon with his other hand.
Okay, so he clearly doesn’t think the fey know about GPS tracking. My plan was shit.
“Who’s Luci?” he asks.
I hold out my hand and glare pointedly at the bacon. Silas shakes his head in exasperation, but he gives me a plate.
“Luci is a vessel who told me about vessel stuff,” I say. Then I shove some crispy bacon into my mouth. God, it tastes good.
I look up to find Silas staring at me with one eyebrow raised.
I sigh. I really don’t know what else to say. Luci hasn’t got anything to do with any of this, but I guess Silas needs to understand that for himself.
“Tristan took me through a portal to meet him. He is posh. A count or something. Wears dresses.” He really is totally harmless.
Silas’s eyes widen. “Are you talking about Lucien Colville? Count Consort Felford?”
“Yeah, that’s him,” I say warily. Shit, I haven’t dragged Luci into my drama, have I?
Silas takes a deep breath. “Lucien Colville is the traitor that opened the portals to allow the fey into our world.”
Bacon nearly falls out of my mouth as my jaw drops open. I had heard that it was someone from Earth who had let the fey in. But Luci? Sweet little Luci? My tentative friend? It can’t be. Fucking hell, am I really that shit at judging character? Are all people really not at all what they seem?
Am I wrong about Tristan?
A cold shudder shakes my entire body. No. No, I’m not wrong about Tristan. It is gossip that is false. Luci is lovely, I know it. Him opening the portals is either a lie or he must have had a very good reason.
And Tristan… Tristan is wonderful. I am right about him, I know I am. I love him and I want to be with him.
Oh fuck. I love him. I’m in love. With Tristan.
Suddenly, Silas jumps to his feet and runs out of the crypt like his ass is on fire. I hastily put my plate of bacon down and scramble out of my blankets. Talk about timing. Maybe the universe does like me after all. It is sending me distractions just when I need them the most. Because I really don’t want to sit here thinking about how in love with Tristan I am.
Whatever the hell Silas is up to, is far more interesting.
I find him by the edge of the graveyard, right by a very rusty and rickety waist high iron railing. His arms are crossed and he is glaring at the tangled overgrowth on the other side.
“Fuck off!” he snaps at the bushes.
Jesus Christ, has he lost his mind? Am I stuck with a crazy person?
A raven caws loudly, and I jump out of my skin. I see it now, perched on a low branch of a spindly tree.
“You can’t get past my wards,” growls Silas.
The raven shimmers. It grows and changes shape. It turns into Dyfri.
I gawp and shake my head to try to clear it, but it is still Dyfri standing on the other side of the iron railings. A very naked Dyfri. I quickly avert my eyes, but not before I see enough to make me feel all kinds of inadequate. Dyfri’s body is frigging stunning. So very beautiful it doesn’t seem real. Seeing it is honestly more shocking than the fact he can turn into a raven.
“Taking the pet was not part of the deal,” Dyfri says calmly.
What. The. Fuck? Dyfri is working with Silas? He is plotting against his brothers? Oh my god. For a very brief moment, I thought he was here to rescue me. But no. He hates me and he can’t let me live now that I know his secret.
