The Elf King smirked. “I have my moments. Maybe I’ll start to grow on you.”
“Like a fungus,” King Elon muttered.
Queen Alora rolled her eyes. “Let us stay on track. That is all the troll knows and we are all on the same page.” The Merfolk queen pointed at the doorway. “So if we are done with this discussion, we have a Fae to kill, and Queen Mikko looks restless to leave. Shewillbe late, if she doesn’t depart soon.”
“Yes, I will.” Queen Mikko marched toward the door. “Let us get this done quickly.”
King Athonsnarledsoftly. “You are taking away all my fun.”
“I do apologize, King Athon, but all of you are going to be out of my kingdom before I leave.” She waved a hand grandly at the door. “If you would, please?”
We filed out the doorway and turned left.
And when we entered a massive cell with the bridge troll…
I bent over immediately inside my father’s hold and threw up all over the floor. Choking, I growled, “There is something positively not right with you all.” The rest of my fare from earlier finished coming up at the…view…before me.
Queen Mikko snorted. “Bucket.”
There was torturing someone for information…
Or what I thought of as torture.
And then there wasthis.
Hunched over, I pointed right at my soul mate. “Bad. Bad, shifter.” Finger waggling all around. “All of you.Bad.”
Unbelievably, King Athon wrinkled his Fae fucking nose at my spit up on the floor. “Thatis disgusting, not peeling his skin off.”
“Please get me out of here,” I pled with my father as he helped me to stand straight. “I am not ready for this kind of training yet.”
Instantly, King Traevon turned us around and pulled me even closer to his body, walking us toward the doorway. One great part of having him as my king was he had always listened to his heir’s limits. I could appreciate that. He called over his shoulder, “We will take our leave now and see you next on Cosimian Trench at high noon. Safe travels to you all.”
King Athon quickly caught my eye.
I managed a small nod. I would still be seeing him tonight. Then I rested my head on my father’s shoulder and whispered, “Thank you, my king.”
King Traevon kissed my head. “You are welcome, my daughter.”
As we walked down the dank hallways, my brows began to pucker as I started to feel ill again. “Father…is it supposed to feel hot down here? That doesn’t seem right.”
His attention slammed onto me. He stated slowly, “No, my daughter, it is not hot down here.”
“Huh.” I swallowed on a dry throat, unable to feel any effects of the caster-made cigar anymore. All the pleasantness of before vanished. This was a different ailment. “I feel odd, Father.”
King Traevon started walking us faster toward the stairs, while sweat dotted my forehead. Ugly curses fell from his mouth all the way to the stables as my body trembled. When I tried to punch him, not wanting his hands on me, he dumped me over his shoulder.
My fangs bit brutally into his back as I kicked and hit.
His hands should not be on me!
He grunted hard at the attack, but held on.
Setting me down soundly on my Fae-gift, he quickly strapped me into my flying saddle, even as I fought him. Father ground his teeth together and ordered severely, “Fly straight to the Shifter Kingdom, Trixie. Do you understand?”
“I need to go back inside,” I snarled down at him and tried to wiggle out of his grip. “Unhand me.”
“You are in heat,” he snapped sternly. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
