The fey actually wet himself. “He’s the prince!” He pointed to a handsome dark-haired fey not far from Sorcha.
“Thank you. You get to live.” Luke let him go and went to the one on the ground. “You and I are going to chat now.”
“My mother will demand your life for this. No one hurts me!”
Luke nudged the hellhound aside and plucked him up from the ground with a terrifying ease. “Color me not afraid. Now, how do you want this to go? I beat the shit out of you? You hand over information of your own accord with no damage done? I rip out your throat…dealer’s choice and the clock is ticking.”
The fey gulped audibly before he spoke. “I can take you to Elizar.”
“Good choice. Wasn’t one of the options, but you know what? I’m feeling a little merciful this evening. You’re in luck.” He glanced toward Tilly. “Open the portal for all of us.”
“Just do it,” the prince said. “Let my mother deal with him.”
Without another word, Tilly did as her prince asked and opened the shimmery portal. It was beautiful. Like rippling waves that hovered in front of them.
Luke snapped his fingers and the hellhounds let their captives up, then escorted them to the portal. One by one, they walked through.
When she started to enter the portal, Luke placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Let me go in first. In case there’s a trap, I want to disarm it before you get there.”
“Given that I’m unarmed and I lack your bodyguards and talents, have at it, big guy.”
He winked at her before he stepped through it.
Sorcha started to go in, but the moment she took a step, it closed completely.
Gasping she turned toward Helly who was equally as stunned.
“Dominus!” Helly cried.
But it was no use. Luke was completely gone and there was nothing they could do.
Chapter
Sixteen
Luke arched a brow as the portal closed behind him, cutting off Sorcha, Helly and the hellhounds.
“Get him!” the tiny prince shrieked.
The fey guard rushed him.
Luke set fire to the entire group, then turned toward their prince. “Anyone else you want to be extra crispy?”
“Variance, stop!”
Luke knew the sound of that sharp tone. Tanith. Queen of all fey, regardless of court. They might name others king or queen, but she was the one who ruled them all with an iron fist to compete against his father’s.
Prince Variance stepped aside at her approach and actually bowed before her. “Sorry, Mother. I was trying?—”
“Doesn’t matter.” She offered Luke a warm smile that chilled him more than a cold Savannah night. With dark skin and black eyes that contrasted sharply with her white hair, she would be beautiful if he didn’t know her personally. She might appear to be beauty incarnate, but inside…
There were demons in Hell he’d much rather cuddle. In fact, he had a closet full of them.
And if she was waiting for him to bow to her, his father would be herding icebergs first.
Steeling his features, he cleared his throat. “Queen Tanith.”
She tsked at him. “No need in such formalities, Luke. Welcome to my kingdom. I believe this is your first visit to it, isn’t it?”
