“Just be quiet. You’re beginning to aggravate me.”
“I’m only beginning to?”
“Quite so.” She flicked the crown up into the air and slowed down once more. “Take it if you wish.”
The King of Shifters snagged it from the air and placed it in his traveling bag again. He pointed a finger to the left. “The road she traveled is that way.”
Queen Mikko’s dark brows creased. “That is not the way to the province I investigated.”
“Where does this one lead?” King Elon hissed.
Her head tipped to the side, her chestnut brown, tree bark hair scraping over her shoulder. “There are many paths off that road.”
King Traevon inquired briskly, “Can you track her, King Athon?”
“Yes, I have her scent down.” King Athon removed the strap from over his head and tossed the bag back to me—again. Hesnarled. “Behave, elf.”
Then he immediately shifted.
I sighed and carried his Fae damned bag.
Itwasneeded this time for the quest.
But I did grab his tail, stopping him. “You’ll be able to tell if anyone’s watching us in the brush?”
King Athon nodded his furry head, wrinkling his nose. He curled and bumped his face against my arm, shoving my hand away from his tail. The tiger bared his teeth once, and then turned and started sauntering down the swampy dirt road.
There was no other option. We followed the kitty.
