8
Ronan
Ilose sight of Talia as people congratulate me. Lorcan wishes me well, he returned not long ago with his woman. He seems happy, and I hope that I find the same joy.
“I need to find Talia.” I’m worried she’ll get lost, or that she’ll find someone else. There is no law that states she has to stay with me. It’s up to me to make sure I keep her happy, so she doesn’t leave. I suspect I’m already failing.
“Jenna will take care of her, find her clothes and make her welcome.” Lorcan grins.
The ceremonial sword of the court is heavy in my hand. The most recently returned hunter relieves the oldest. Replacing the court regularly means no hunter can gather too much power.
“You were gone too long.” A man I don’t know embraces me. “Though we have all heard rumors of you. You must speak at the party and tell us a tale.”
I nod. I haven’t prepared anything. Some craft their tale before they return. For me, it had never been a consideration. Now it was. If I produce a bad tale, the other fae will judge me. But I don’t care about what the other fae think of me. I want Talia to feel at home.
I want her to give me a chance.
I want her to come to me willingly.
