This is the Bridge of Lemuria.
My mouth goes dry. Gaze drags back to their sharpened faces, to the points of their ears.
“You’re fae.”
Terror wracks through me, and I stumble away, but they just watch me with detachment. Like I’m a snow bunny that’s been caught in their trap, and they distracted me so much that I didn’t even realize it.
“I told you she had pure royal blood,” Pruinn tells them. “I could sense it.”
“Well done,” the twins praise.
“What did you do?” I say again, my voice as shaky as the ground was. “This isn’t what I agreed to.”
“But it is. You made the bargain, Majesty. We needed the blood of a pure Orean royal to accept the restoration of the bridge, and you gave it.”
That drumming down the bridge gets louder, but I realize all too late that it’snotdrums. It sounds like...footsteps. Like a thousand marching feet thudding down the strip. My whole body trembles with the ominous pulse.
“What is that? Who’s coming?”
I don’t like the way their grins grow cruel. But it’s their unified answer that makes terror bolt through my heart. “The fae are returning. And this time, Orea will be ours.”
