“What?” I huffed. “I'm not heir to Unseelie, that's Rayetayah. Raza announced it when he was crowned, remember? And we're not even married yet.”
“If Raza is killed, Rayetayah will be crowned,” Dylan agreed. “But should both of them be killed, you will inherit Unseelie. As soon as you accepted Raza's proposal, you became a sort of queen-in-waiting. You have status in Unseelie now, and it outranks all but Raza and Rayetayah. When you marry Raza, you will outrank his son as well.”
“Fuck me,” I repeated Dylan's sentiments.
Chapter Forty-One
I called Councilman Murdock and asked him if we could borrow some extinguisher gear. Not only did he send enough gear to outfit twenty soldiers, he also sent us a unit of extinguishers.
Note to self: Send Councilman Murdock a muffin basket.
Then I saw who was leading the unit. None other than Brendan Murdock, the Head Councilman's son, and my ex-would-be-boyfriend (he wanted to be my boyfriend, and might have been, if he hadn't proved himself to be such a dick). Brendan had become a little bitter over losing me to Tiernan, and he ceased being a gentleman to me a long time ago. In fact, he was downright rude most of the time.
Note to self: Send Councilman Murdock a basket of puka poop.
“Ambassador,” Brendan nodded to me, very professional, very un-Brendan.
“Extinguisher Murdock,” I nodded back. “We appreciate your help on this.”
“Whatever it takes to keep the peace,” he said.
“Great,” Conri rolled his eyes. “I feel perfectly at ease with him at our backs.”
“Sir Conri,” I snapped.
“Sorry, Princess,” he muttered.
“Gear up, everyone,” I gave them all my hard stare. “We're grateful to have backup on this, and we will work well with the extinguishers, right?”
“Yes, Your Highness,” they all said.
“Good,” I nodded. “Because you'll recall that I was one of them once.”
“You still are,” Brendan said.
It surprised me so much, I jerked back around to face him.
“Thank you,” I half expected him to add something snotty.
“Once an extinguisher, always an extinguisher,” one of the other men said. “We're with you, Ambassador. Let's get your cousin back.”
“You have no idea how much that means to me,” I shifted my gaze to each of the extinguishers there. “Thank you.”
“Alright,” Brendan cleared his throat. “We already have the address, Ambassador, and we have units surrounding the building as we speak. No one will get in or out without us knowing, but I suggest we get moving soon.”
“We're ready,” Torquil said.
“And so are we,” Soren and his team stepped forward.
“General,” I frowned at him. “I thought you'd left already.”
“I decided to hang around and see if there was another way my team and I could be of assistance,” Soren smiled. “It seems that there is.”
“We don't have enough gear for you,” Brendan growled.
“We're biters,” Soren's smile turned into a smirk, “we don't need gear. Or weapons, for that matter.”
“Your father made a point of insisting on help from the Coven,” I said to Brendan, cutting off any rude comment he was about to make about vampires. “We cannot refuse that help now.”
