Marvels and Misfits (Trixie Towers #1) - Scarlett Dawn Page 0,49
wall. “Now, you can bloody well leave.”
“Nice windows, Princess.” King Athon sauntered toward my door, his hatred burning in his eyes. “I should have pushed you.”
“Hesitation kills.” I smirked.
While holding my door open, King Athon sneered. “I can’t believe you fucking sneezed.” He slammed the door behind him.
“It was your hair, by all the Fae!” I shouted in vehemence, knowing he could still hear me fine. “Get a damned haircut, you lout!”
* * *
Father and I walked over the white marble entrance of High Pointe, the colors of the rainbow spotlighting our way every so often. The building was, once again, empty of any travelers. The other four rulers were already here, even though we weren’t late. They stood near the center of the structure, on the gorgon side, in a heated argument of some sort.
I grumbled under my breath, “This is going to be an amazing adventure.”
Father snorted.
While we strode toward our fate, I sighed and tipped my head back to stare at the wonder of the ceiling. “Father, do you think we’ll find the artifact?”
King Traevon’s lips quirked up on one side. “I bet it is you who finds this one.”
I dropped my head to stare at his profile. “Why?”
“Because only my daughter would enter the Blood Forest and come out with a prize instead of her death. You are a very clever and resourceful young woman. You always have been.”
I grunted and turned my attention back to the quarreling rulers. “If I were that clever and resourceful, I would figure out a way to not enter the Blood Forest for the prize. But here we are, about to enter the Fae damned place.”
Father laughed quietly and flicked a glance down to me. “I suppose you could just wait out here and steal it afterward.”
I pointed a finger at him and raised my eyebrows. “That is a grand idea. I think I’ll try that.”
I started to turn away and laughed hard when Father grabbed my arm and hauled me back, making me walk again with a kick in the ass.
“You are ridiculous, my daughter.” Father chuckled.
I fanned my face with my right hand, trying to calm my amusement, and whispered, “It shut them up, at least.”
The four rulers had turned in our direction, witnessing our pranks. Most stared at Father in a very peculiar way. A few even ogled him like he had grown a second head.
I snorted. “You should probably let them know you’re not a complete ass all the time, Father.”
“I am. To them. And that won’t change.” King Traevon lifted his arms wide when we finally hoofed it the rest of the way. “So what did I miss? How may I be of service?”
Queen Mikko explained quietly, “We cannot decide where we are supposed to enter the Blood Forest. The Misfits didn’t tell us this, and they aren’t here to help.”
King Elon hissed, “It is obvious. We should all enter in different locations closest to our own kingdoms.”
“How in the Fae fuck did you get that from what the Misfits said?” King Athon’s black eyes widened in disbelief, his tone brutal and sharp. “Are you trying to make this mission fail?”
“I would never.” The red, vertical slits inside King Elon’s green eyes narrowed. “I believe we would be granted easier access if we stayed closer to our own kingdoms.”
“So you believe the Blood Forest is continuous then?” Queen Alora asked curiously, her multi-hued hair pulled up into a high ponytail again today. “That no one would be separated by doing as you’re suggesting?”
King Elon flipped his long, shamrock green braids over his shoulders. “I’m not positive, but I think it is.”
Queen Mikko shook her head of chestnut brown, tree bark hair. “That is absurd. It clearly breaks here at High Pointe at all four sections. We would be alone, except for one section. Wherever Queen Alora enters, there would be two rulers.”
King Traevon’s voice was unimpressed. “Allow me to guess where you’d wish Queen Alora to enter, King Elon. Possibly with you?”
“That does make sense, does it not?” King Elon shrugged.
King Athon snarled. “Not happening. Try thinking of another way to kill us off. I’ll be sure to cut that one down, too.”
I nibbled my bottom lip, not wanting to interrupt the rulers.
“Really, King Elon, bad form.” Queen Mikko glared, her brown mist eyes swirling. “If it isn’t as you predict, rulers would be stuck there. We all know that—”
“It is continuous,” I said in a fast burst, cutting her off.