“Perhaps so.” I leaned to rest my elbow against the arm on my chair. “Truly, how long will this last?”
“My mood will settle by the morning when the rush of fighting fades.”
“Shame that.”
The shifter king snorted. “Fairy, I truly hate you.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “You know the feeling is mutual.”
Our Fae-sparks didn’t lie. We knew.
“You need to hide now, my dearheart,” my grandmother whispered against my right ear, a cold brush of air tickling my skin.
I jerked my head to the right, my eyes wide on my face.
But her wavering, translucent form wasn’t there.
I jumped to my feet and cast my gaze around the study.
My grandmother was nowhere to be seen.
What in the Fae fuck?
“Now,” she warned again, this time from my left. But I couldn’t see her at all. “Do as I say and hide. King Traevon is coming.”
I sucked in a harsh breath and swayed where I stood.
“What is the matter?” King Athon pushed off his desk, staring strangely at my face. “You are acting even odder than you usually do, elf.”
The door handle to the shifter king’s office started to turn.
“Shit,” I hissed.
I slid across the King of Shifters’ massive desk, papers flying over with me into the air. I dropped down just as the door opened and hid behind the desk. I crept underneath where the bench of the chair would fit, right between the drawers. The front of his desk was solid, but there was a tiny as Fae fuck fissure in the wood that I could peer through, a smidge of light shining through it.
I pressed my eye to the crack and held my breath.
“Your Royal Highness, I apologize for intruding after you told me you didn’t wish to be disturbed, but there is a slight situation.” A guard in black attire bowed low, staying bent over. “I thought you’d like to be informed. We caught—”
“You didn’t fucking catch me,” King Traevon growled from out in the hallway, cutting off the guard’s words. “I walked right up to you and asked to see your king. Fucking Fae, get out of my way. I am tired and don’t have time for these games.”
The guard in black growled low when my father barged into the room, shoving him aside—almost knocking the guard over.
King Traevon waved his hand at the sentinel in dismissal. “Get rid of this halfwit, King Athon. I waited for the challenge to be over, and it is now late. I must speak to you about an urgent matter.”
King Athon grunted from in front of his desk. “Leave us, Killian.”
Silently, the guard exited.
“What is this about, King Traevon?” King Athon demanded.
Father sighed and rubbed at his forehead, stalking forward on strong legs. He took the seat next to the one I had vacated, and grumbled, “You may wish to sit down for this. We will be talking for a while.”
King Athon sighed heavily. “You are going to ruin my high from the challenge.” His body disappeared from my sight.
I jerked my head around when his desk chair moved behind me. My nose crinkled in aversion when he sat down and scooted his chair in, shoving his disgustingly long legs into my hiding spot.
I swiftly resituated myself between his leather-clad legs, lest I get slammed into the desk. I scowled at his crotch in front of me. I could no longer peek through the crack with half his body under here.
