Me.Spying on my own father.My king.
As dread pulled in my gut, King Traevon’s rage was only confirmed by his glance in my direction. Father’s eyes held no warmth right now—his eyes that looked identical to my own, gifted from him to me.
Whatwas King Athon up to?
Did he want a rift between my king and me?
Or did he want my father toknow?
Between his actions last night and this morning, it could be either. Or it could be both. But, most likely, it was a plan I couldn’t even fathom right now—just like his other Fae damned plan I hadn’t seen coming to save his kingdom. I hadn’t the foggiest what was churning inside his despicable mind.
Nonetheless, I already knew I didn’t like it.
King Elon hissed, “If this Fae fucking mess is done, then shall wefinallymove along?”
King Athon sniffed at the air, stating in a bored tone, “They are coming now.”
The King of Gorgons spewed a curse. “It would have been appreciated if you had mentioned they weren’t close before.”
“Now they are.” My sneaky soul mate motioned to the left, his rough shifter accent rumbling deeply. “We should take cover over there. That is where the brush is the highest.”
Queen Mikko nodded. “I agree with your assessment.”
Together, we jogged over the grass and mud, heading directly for the deep foliage near the swamp. Our bags continued to get caught on hard, sticky plants the farther we moved, but we lifted our bags above our heads until we were completely covered. We stopped and turned around, looking back toward the crypts.
It was hard to see anything from this vantage point.
The King of Shifters ran his gaze over the group, a softhuffpassing between his lips. “From here on out, follow my actions until Queen Mikko says otherwise.” He shoved his bag against his back and laid down on his stomach. The tiger shifter started crawling through the foliage with his elbows and knees, staying low, his stomach almost touching the ground.
I sneered at the back of his head.
Apparently, I was to act like an animal.
King Elon, Queen Mikko, and Queen Alora did as ordered while I stayed put, evaluating if there was another option.
“Do it,” King Traevon stated softly—too quietly—against my ear. “Get down and crawl.”
I jerked in place. My king had snuck behind me without my noticing him moving. I swallowed hard when he placed his hand gently on my shoulder.
“Don’t make me repeat it, my heir,” he demanded.
The man behind me was definitely myking.
My extremely furious king. The deadly one.
I glanced over my shoulder, searching his eyes.
Only coldness stared back at me.
“It isn’t what you think,” I whispered.
King Traevon lifted one red eyebrow, his tone as calm as the reprieve before the storm. “Are you ready to tell me what has been happening?”
My emerald eyes flicked back and forth between his, attempting to find my father in there somewhere.
There was nothing: nothing but the king.
Hot tears burned my eyes, but I blinked quickly, not letting them fall. I gulped down the horrible tightness in my throat and stared hard into his brutal gaze.
