Utterly boggled by this phenomenon, I hurriedly glanced from side to side, assessing the crowd.
As I studied the elven throng, there were mainly two separate groups: men and women alike were now scowling where Caspian and the three women had vanished. Jealousy flashed on their features for different reasons while the other half of the horde chuckled and shook their heads in exasperation—definitely soul-mated pairs.
I scratched my head at this crazy turn of events. I’d thought Malid had been overstating Caspian’s draw on the womenfolk. But it appeared he had actually understated this shit.
If Caspian had fucked Princess Trixie at any time, and theyhadlived together for many years, my sound advice would be to off this motherfucker as fast as possible. Competition like that was a realm of trouble.
And add in the fact that he was a trained killer?
Shit.
King Athon definitely had a problem.
This Fae damned elf got more complicated.
Just as the crowd started moving around the streets again, I blinked slowly when the sound of women’s moans began to fill my sensitive ears. It wouldn’t be heard by the elves, even with their pointy-ass ears, but I could hear it. Rubbing my hands over my face in annoyance, I leaned more heavily on the building I rested against.
I was stuck listening to Caspian pleasure three women, their intermingling groans of bliss merely getting louder.
“Fucking Fae,” I muttered softly and banged my head against the moss-covered wood. “Pretty sure you’re going to be dead soon, elf. Hope you enjoy it.”
But my white-powered eyes snapped to the left when a stone messenger began sneaking down the street, hiding in the shadows, capturing most of my attention. “That…is interesting.”
This caster-spelled messenger created by the originals was doing a relatively decent job of keeping hidden, only two feet tall in stature, zigzagging between carts and feet. Its stone body had been crafted like a naked mole rat but with a horrid-looking flaccid dick for a nose, its beady eyes overlarge on its face to not mistake its travels.
If I had to guess, the original caster had fashioned this ugly ass messenger. It would fit right in with his heinous nature and the swamps of the Caster Kingdom—may henotrest in peace.
I slowly turned and watched the messenger’s intended path, a chilling smile etching my lips as it slogged down a particular alleyway in a soundless creep.
The laughter did bubble deep in my throat, creaking out as three startled feminine shouts rang into the air, causing even the merchants inside their shops to peek outside and glance in that direction with wide eyes. Then, not even ten seconds later, half-dressed and frantic, those same women raced out into the sun, not caring they were yanking up their clothing as they sprinted down the cobblestone street, away from their previous fun.
I lifted my black eyebrows, wondering if they’d had the misfortune to touch the messenger—if so, and they weren’t the intended target, then their reaction was justified. Although, I would have expected blood—lots of it.
Slipping further down the street, I narrowed my eyes on the elf who stormed out of the hidden alcove and crumpled a missive into his cape pocket. His hood was down, showing his features in sharp relief this time. It was the only clothing item askew as if he’d been doing all the work with his partners.
And that was not a joyful look on his too-delicate elven features. Gone was the carefree, confident man from before.
In his place…was the slayer.
Darkness nearly shrouded him as amblers swerved to get out of his way, a survival instinct to fear and hide from the hunter in their midst, almost as if they were…used to his switching behavior.
I cocked my head and listened closely, hearing his breathing was wholly steady, not too fast, not too slow, as if he were in complete control of himself.
Absolutelya killer.
An assassin, more like.
A damned good one, at that.
Then I went predatorily still as he crossed the street directly before me. My nostrils flared as…the flowery scent of snowdrops infiltrated my nose. It came in a heady rush, washing every other thought aside. Each muscle in my body tightened to the point of pain as I inhaled deeply, holding the smell inside.
My white-powered eyes followed the elf as the scent faded with every step he marched closer to Sunset Teas—and away from me.
A heavy breath heated in my chest and gradually puffed out between my lips as I studied the elf with hard eyes, watching avidly as he slipped inside the eatery. I swallowed on a dry throat as an unbelievable certainty invaded every Fae damned ounce of my being, charging through my mind with the impossible.
Running a hand over my mouth, I dropped my head down and stared blindly at the cobblestones beneath my boots, my thoughts racing round and round.
Round and fucking round.
