“King Raza, my daughter is with you?”
“Yes, she's here,” Raza nodded to me.
“The dark elves have disappeared, Dad,” I called out to him.
“As I suspected,” Keir grimaced. “Will you be going to Iceland then?”
“Iceland?” I asked. “Why would Raza go to Iceland?”
“There's a large elven community in Iceland,” Raza explained as his eyes lit with interest. “I'd forgotten. Thank you, King Keir.”
“Of course,” Keir nodded. “But when I asked if you were going, the 'you' in question was Seren.”
“Me?” I got up and went to the front of the ball so I could frown at my father. “Why not Raza?”
“Because Raza needs to remain in his kingdom, like a good king does,” Keir grimaced. “And Raza doesn't have the twilight ability to walk the Between.”
“Twilighting,” I muttered.
“What's that?” Keir asked.
“Oh, it's a term Killian came up with for walking the Between,” I grimaced. “He's turned twilight into a verb.”
“Twilighting,” Keir laughed. “I like it. He's a bright boy. I see great potential in him, Seren.”
I gaped at Keir.
“Did I say something wrong?” Keir asked.
“I thought you hated Killian?” I huffed.
“I have never said that I hated Killian,” Keir scowled. “In fact, I believe I was very supportive of him after-”
“After he became the first nathair-sith!” I said with anahatone. “That's why you like him, cause he's twilight now, and... and...”
“Yes?” Keir smirked.
“Nothing,” I glanced guiltily at Raza.
“And his objections against a relationship between you two now have no merit,” Raza finished with narrowed eyes on my father. “What are you playing at?”
“My daughter's happiness is not a game,” Keir went serious. “And I think you know.”
“Know what?” Raza leaned closer to the crystal.
“Youknow,” Keir widened his eyes.
“This is ridiculous!” I growled. “What are you talking about, Dad?”
“Nothing,” Keir waved it away. “It doesn't matter now. There are more important issues. You'll need to find the elves, Seren. I want you to take your Guard with you... and you may want to bring Killian. For his connections. In case there are witches in the area.”
“Uh-huh,” I stared my dad down, but he didn't flinch. Not even a twitch.
“I think I shall go along,” Raza declared. “I don't want you out there, hunting elves who have already revealed their intent to kill you.”
“I'll take some suvanis with me,” I said. “And I'll wear kevlar. Iceland is Seelie territory. I don't think they'd take kindly to you showing up there, even if it's on the HR end.”
“I still don't like it,” Raza shook his head.
