I would protect him against any foe.
To the death. Mine or theirs.
It mattered not.
I would take them down with me.
Sighing under my breath with those constant worries running amok inside my head, I rested my shoulders against a moss-covered wooden wall of the adjacent building and squinted through the shade when I saw a flash of white hair. Casually pulling the notebook out of my pants pocket with the sketch of Caspian’s depiction drawn inside, I flipped to the last page and studied the sketch closely, examining each feature.
Then I lifted my head and stared at the man sauntering down the curving cobblestone road, carefully scrutinizing the elf slinking toward Sunset Teas.
It was difficult to tell at this distance, in part because his hooded cloak was pulled up over his head, hiding half his features…but it was there in his walk.
An elf who moved like this?
It only meant one thing.He was a killer.
It took a trained eye to notice.
One that I had.
It was there in his easy gait.The confidence. A walk so silken in nature that it was an art form.
No amount of clothing could disguise it—and this elf was trying very hard to go unnoticed in a dangerous light. He smiled at every elf he passed, nodding and calling them by name.
His teeth were so white they might have been painted by the clouds, every grin gifted mischievous and reckless and directed with sly precision.
Each flirtatious wink was met by fluttering eyelashes and breathless sighs, not one woman escaping his targeting.
Fucking Fae.I’d once thought the elves would think him pretty. But this…thiswas something else.
As his cloak whipped behind him in the breeze and his booted feet moved like he was skating on ice, I witnessed amasterat play.
I knew it as instinctively as I knew the back of my hand. This white-haired, haughty elf was in a league of his own as he gobbled up every scrap of attention, damned near drawing the sun’s light directly onto him, smirking and waiting for the realm to do his bidding.
Holy fuck.I sure as shit hoped he hadn’t been Princess Trixie’s lover. I wasn’t entirely sure my king could beat whatever the fuck this man had going for him.
There were…no words.
This was a jaw-dropping spectacle that only came once, a production of the unbelievable and uncanny.
Strut one step.Moans from the right.
Sway to the side.Giggles from the left.
A wiggle of fingers.There be undergarments thrown!
Just…
What in the Fae fuck was happening here?
I stood in a stunned stupor as two women groped him not three shops down—and the deadly elf definitely didn’t mind the public display.
Nay…make thatthreewomen now.
Wide-eyed, I ogled the show, wondering if this was a grand, twisted elven jest for the masses.
However, it didn’t appear to be the case as Caspian—and it was the elf sketched in the notebook—slipped to the side, taking the three women with him into a narrow alleyway, disappearing from view.
