had her soothsayer power now that her body was gone. I was betting on the former since she had known my belt would get so much attention.
The brown mist of Queen Mikko’s eyes swirled faster in her distress. “Who has the oldest individual in their kingdom? We could bring them in and question them.”
King Athon responded, “There is a four-thousand-year-old in my kingdom. Does anyone have a soul older than that?”
I positively wanted to stuff a rag in his mouth.
He needed to quit speaking.
A shudder of pleasure waved down my spine, melting hot and stroking like soft fur. I bit my bottom lip to keep from groaning aloud. I closed my eyes and breathed through it the best I could.
My panties were soaked now.
With a silent exhale, I opened my eyes.
King Athon looked far from fine. The side of his head was now resting on his right fist, leaning on his arm where his elbow took the brunt of the weight on the glass shard tabletop. His white hair hid half of his face, fanning over it. His cheeks were dusky pink through his warm russet skin tone, the blushing color currently matching his lush lips.
I was sure I had heat to my cheeks, too.
The Fae were going to kill us. Literally.
Queen Alora shook her head. “I have no one older than that. Anyone else?”
The rest of the rulers shook their heads.
King Traevon stated, “If you are awake over there, King Athon, why don’t you bring this person—”
The door to the room opened, banging hard against the glass wall, cutting off my father’s words.
The rulers looked in that direction, to whoever had interrupted their shared royal time, scowls of reprimand washing their pleasant features away. However, one and all instantly lost every expression on their faces, neutrality the common mien, only their eyes widening gave away their shock.
I turned on my chair and peered over my shoulder.
I instantly stiffened where I sat.
Father placed a gentle hand on my left shoulder and squeezed it, reminding me he was there next to me, that I was safe…and for me to behave accordingly in light of what had just walked into the room.
Four gruesome gremlins stared back at all of us.
The Misfits were here.
CHAPTER SIX
Confession of a princess:
The giants can kiss my elven ass.
The urge can kiss my elven ass.
King Athon can kiss my elven ass…pretty, please?
All four Misfits were named Louie. Originally, there had only been three of the dark Fae, born triplets. The Fae were not supposed to visit our realm unless it was necessary for punishment. But the gremlin triplets had decided to break the law. The Blood Forest is a passage for the light Fae and the dark Fae, above and below, to travel to their counterpart’s realm, a hallway for them to the two different wings of their kingdom. If they stepped outside the Blood Forest, they would be entering our realm. That is precisely what the gremlin triplets did.
Long ago, too far for anyone on this realm to remember without texts, the gremlin triplets met the three Fae-gifted Fates who lived in any kingdom they wished, celebrated by all. The Fates decided who was born, how their destinies wove through time, and when they died. The gremlin triplets were fascinated with the Fates to the extreme point of obsession. Their greed to have what the Fates had led them to eat our Fae-gifted Fates.
By doing so, the gremlin triplets gained what they desired.
They now controlled all that the Fates once had.
However, little did they know, by consuming the Fates’ power, it would lock them to our realm where the Fae had created the Fates. They were trapped here by their own greed and obsession, and, ultimately, their own lack of forethought.
The Fae took notice of the illegal actions the gremlin triplets had taken and sent a punisher to handle the issue. That Fae punisher watched and waited, patiently searching for what would hurt the gremlin triplets the most. What he witnessed was the gremlin triplets staying true to their nature and destroying our realm one quick death at a time, freely doing as they wished and creating havoc.
The Fae punisher had found the weakness he was looking for. The gremlin triplets needed their precious dark freedom taken away, and he knew just how to do it. He created a fourth gremlin that was indestructible and identical in looks to the other three, except this gremlin had no soul; it could not be swayed or swindled or care