Queen Alora caught my attention over his shoulder, and she mouthed, “Give him the coat.”
I blinked and jerked forward, grabbing his right hand. Then I shoved the blasted coat against his chest and pressed his hand to it. I quickly let go and stared wide-eyed as he held it in his arms.
Jeremiah laughed. “Oh, no. That tale is false.” He stepped forward and pressed his body against mine. The Fae wasexcited. There was no missing that against my stomach. He whispered, “I will make you happy, little elf. Do not fret.”
“Queen Alora?” I said frantically, the royal firepower inside starting to take hold. “Mayhap, you should get him away from me, before I kill him.”
Without warning, the office door opened.
“I…think I have found them,” King Elon called loudly. There was a quiet moment, before he shouted, “You may want to hurry! Your heir is causing problems again!”
The Fae pressed harder against me and he snarled, “Who are these people to you?”
Uncontrollably, my eyes became flames. I screamed, “Queen Alora! Get him the fuck off me!”
Instantly, two sets of hands were on him, yanking him away.
I sucked in a large breath and bent over, placing my hands on my knees and trying to calm my royal firepower.
Queen Alora struggled to keep ahold of the Fae, but Father had him tight in his grip and grabbed his throat, ripping the Fae from the Merfolk Queen.
Jeremiah grunted in pain as his back hit the ground, with my father kneeling beside him, keeping his right fist tight around the cracked Fae’s neck.
Father bent low and shouted furiously, “You dare touch my daughter?” He squeezed tighter, causing the Fae to choke. “No onetouches her without her permission.”
King Athon and Queen Mikko raced into the room.
Staying bent over, I dropped my head and stared at the ground. I couldn’t look at my soul mate right now. Not with that murderous look on his face. Not with my royal firepower so close to the surface that I would fry that Fae motherfucker.
King Athon snarled, “What did I just hear?”
“You missed all the excitement,” King Elon hissed jovially. “This moronic individual King Traevon is welcoming to the party had our dear Princess Trixie pinned to the wall.” He waved a hand flippantly. “And as you can see, the moronlikedit.”
King Athonsnarledviolently and stared pacing, before he veered off course and slammed his booted foot down onto the Fae’s hard crotch. Pelvic bones…snapped and cracked…as the Fae screamed past the choking hold he was in. The King of Shifters growled down at him, “That is just the start.”
I…definitely needed to leave this room before I exploded, as this was not at all relaxing.
Queen Alora rubbed at her forehead. “I should have stepped in faster.” She groaned and shook her head. “That did not go well.”
I grunted. That was an understatement.
“He is Fae.” The Merfolk Queen sighed heavily. “I believe he is a selkie, since he now believes Princess Trixie is his wife—after she stole his coat.”
King Athon slammed his booted foot down again.
At the sound of pain, I pushed up and marched right for the doorway. “I need a moment.”
“Daughter?” King Traevon asked, worry coloring his tone.
“I’m going to kill the Fae if I don’t leave.” I shook my head and kept moving. “I need to calm down. A few minutes should do.”
Queen Mikko followed me out the door.
And down the hallway so I couldn’t hear the screams.
She rested against the coral wall with me, staying silent.
I used every trick I could think of for peace. Lying in my own bedchambers. Listening to the wind whistle through the trees. Laughing at some of my mother’s antics. My cousin sitting on a beach with me. Flying on my Fae-gifted pegasus over Gatlin Grove.
And it was enough. The royal firepower within settled.
I grumbled, “How badly are they going to torture him?”
The Caster Queen hummed quietly. “If you did not like what we did before to the troll, this will be ten times worse.”
My head thumped back against the coral wall. “I’m not fond of that idea.” I rubbed at my chest over my Fae-spark, my soul mate’s fury and bloodlust burning hot. “We should go back.”
She lifted a brow. “Will you try to stop them?”
“It is a strong possibility.” I shook my head in frustration. “I do not like your brand of torture. And I think I know of a way to make him talk.”
