lovers. Evanora wants you three to join us. It’s time for dinner.”
34
Blayde
The next few days were spent trying my best to avoid Evanora’s intelligent eyes. I had no idea how she knew that I was a demonfae but I wasn’t going to give her any opportunity to discover any of my other secrets. A lot of people came and went to the house, which I discovered was called Blackhollow, and it seemed like everyone who came was in a hurry to come or go. I also discovered why the Torch really was hell, because there were a lot of meetings, and one of the guys was always dragging me to one of them.
The first one was interesting. I discovered that Evanora was a seer of some sort, and apparently a very powerful one. She’d had a vision of the rune of Yggdrasil, and that the one who bore it would be the one to save them from Queen Zara’s evil rule. I also discovered that Zara was extremely powerful, and that she had very few weaknesses. One of them was the corundum, a variation of a stone that they had in the Bin. It was rare and deadly powerful, and Zara had a particular weakness to it.
Well, everyone had a weakness to it. It was like everyone being allergic to poison; the stone killed anyone who touched it.
And yet, this woman wore it around her wrist, in the Madavre bracelet.
Talk about a crazy ass demon, I couldn’t help but admire her a little bit for it.
And, by the way, apparently the mark bearer was the only being in this realm who could touch it.
Me. They were talking about me.
That’s why I was being sent off to steal it from her. They were putting a lot of trust in Evanora’s vision, and I was putting a lot of trust in my demon dudes. But, if they believed her, then so did I.
Zara’s only other weakness was blood from the original dragon, Dag Rasmussen. Dragons didn’t exist in our realm, so if someone wanted to get some of that Rasmussen blood, they had to go to a whole other freaking realm to get it. Oh, and by the way, the realm was locked off to ours.
So in other words, the only thing that was going to be killing that bitch was the bracelet that she wore around her wrist at all times.
We also did talk about the demon-fae-person-thingee who tried to kill me before we popped over to the Torch. We discussed the possibility of it being a demonfae and I tried not to nervously tap my fingers on the table when we went over that.
Fortunately for me, Evanora didn’t even look my way during the discussion, which I was grateful for.
Rhys also revealed that before he knew I was a fae, Maverick and him had discovered a dead brownie in my garage. Understanding dawned over me at his words. So that’s what was going on when I’d walked in on them all crowded around the shelves, spilled oil left uncleaned on the floor.
I immediately perked up, asking him questions about what the brownie looked like. He said the brownie was wearing black clothing, and even boots. While I immediately wanted to squeal in delight at the thought of those tiny boots, I also felt an immense relief. It definitely wasn’t anyone I knew. While we discussed theories about the possibility of the brownie being connected to the demon-fae-person-thingee, Ivie had gotten up, scurrying out of the room with her face in her iPhone. Over the following week, I’d wished I’d had her courage to just walk out of a meeting.
Because all of the others they dragged me to were boring as hell.
Honestly, I couldn’t figure out why I was even in them because they never seemed to do anything with me. They were about getting water to the desert, recruiting more spies, obtaining more supplies. Even helping prisoners escape.
More often than not, I sat there trying not to act bored, while all the newcomers stared at me. Their eyes ran over me curiously, as if scanning me for something, and I heard a few whispered remarks about the ‘mark bearer.’ I could only assume that they’d gotten the message that the great and wonderful Mark Bearer was here to save them all.
Meanwhile, I did all I could to dispel this strange fascination they had with me.
I picked my nose and burped at inopportune times, talked to anyone who approached me in