A tic started in his jaw. “I know that essence when I feel it. It’s Brevalaer. Morgen’s pet whore.”
6
Brogan hissed at Blaise. “His name is Brandor! Not Brevalaer! And you willnotdisrespect him again in my presence by using such a fey insult for him! Do you understand me?”
Falcyn’s jaw went slack at her unexpected outburst.
Okay, then…
Nice fit from our new companion.
In a complete huff, Brogan embraced the tall, dark Adoni male. Eyes wide, Medea met Blaise’s equally shocked expression. While he couldn’t see her current actions, he’d definitely heard her verbal explosion.
A tic started in the mandrake’s jaw. “Are they kissing?”
Stunned by the amount of jealousy betrayed in that single question, Medea screwed her face up. “No, but she is hugging him like she hasn’t seen him in a really¸reallylong time.”
Falcyn cocked his head. “Does kissing his cheek count?”
Medea popped him on the stomach as Blaise’s expression turned into one of extreme pain. “That’s mean! Don’t torture the poor mandrake!”
With a fierce grimace, Falcyn and Urian stepped around her to approach Brogan and Brandor with those predator gaits she knew so well. “What’s going on here?”
Medea stayed back to cover them.
Just in case. As she’d quickly learned that when hanging out with these two, literallyanythingwas possible.
Brandor, who was the same height as Falcyn, put himself between Brogan and them. Even though his clothes were ragged and it was obvious he hadn’t been living well, he kept one arm on Brogan as if to protect her while he braced his body to confront Falcyn. Medea would give him bonus points for that. Spoke well of him that he was concerned for Brogan’s welfare.
Still, she reserved judgment.
Even assholes could have consciences from time to time.
Extremely tall and handsome, he had the same chiseled striking features that marked all Adoni. Of course a lot of that had to do with the fact that if any child was deemed “unfit” their mothers abandoned them to die. Or dumped them in the human world to fend for themselves with no knowledge of their otherworldly ties.
Yeah, the fey and demons had a lot in common.
She could almost feel bad for the guy even if he was gorgeous, with his long, wavy black hair and hazel eyes so green they all but glowed with an unholy fire.
By his predatorial stance, it was obvious he knew how to fight and wasn’t afraid to bleed.
But as Medea shifted her gaze from him to Brogan and back again, she realized that their features were extremely similar. Not just because they were both fey and both had pointed ears…
“I had Brogan bring you here so that I could speak with you.”
The look on Falcyn’s face said that if he’d still possessed his dragon’s fyre Brandor would have been incinerated on the spot. “Excuse me?”
Brandor tensed, watching them for any hint of a coming attack. “I know you don’t trust me. You’ve no reason to, but Blaise can tell you that I’ve been privy to Morgen’s most secured council for years.”
“True, and why are you here and not buried in some part of her body, where you normally live?” Blaise all but growled those words.
Anger sparked in Brandor’s eyes, but he restrained it admirably. “I was caught trying to smuggle a portal key to my sister. Morgen gave me no chance to explain before I was banished here in one of her more stellar rage-fits.”
That news seemed to shock Blaise.
“Who’s your sister?”
Medea laughed at Falcyn’s question, unable to believe he could miss the obvious, given how observant he normally was in all other matters. “Brogan.”
