The Evolution of Fae and Gods (Chronicles of the Stone Veil #3) - Sawyer Bennett Page 0,14

because I can hear in Echo’s tone that this information will change things.

“The Dark Fae who’s wearing the glamour of your sister is Kymaris,” Echo says with relish.

“Kymaris?” Zaid says, shuffling forward quickly with a heavy frown on his face. “Are you sure?”

“Yup. That’s the word. She somehow escaped the Underworld and is now here,” Echo says smugly, then cuts her eyes to me. “My condolences over the loss of your sister.”

I grit my teeth because Echo hasn’t said anything about this Dark Fae being a changeling, so I’m not about to educate her on that. Besides, I have so many other questions.

“Who is this Kymaris?” I ask Zaid just as I note that both Carrick and Maddox have the most serious expressions I’ve ever seen.

They actually look worried.

“She’s the Queen of the Underworld,” Zaid replies, bringing his knuckles up to his chin as he seems to drift deep into thought over this news.

“Queen of the Underworld?” I ask, implying I need clarification. At this point, Rainey and Myles want in on more of the conversation because they walk over to stand near me.

Carrick cuts his eyes my way. “She was the supposed leader of the rebellion of angels when God cast them from Heaven to the Underworld. Rumor has it that she assumed the throne as the supreme ruler there.”

“Rumor has it?” Rainey asks.

Carrick shrugs. “There’s not a lot of accurate history about the Dark Fae. Those who have been freed from the Underworld aren’t necessarily the best historians.”

“The question is, what is she doing here?” Maddox ponders aloud, which causes Echo to twist around in her chair to look back.

“She’s shut down the gallery, and the friend of my friend said she’s actively looking for Dark Fae. Word is out that the Queen is here on Earth, and she’s seeking her loyal subjects. She’s gathering daemons first, supposedly to make contact with their dark parents.”

“Again,” Maddox mutters. “Why?”

Echo shrugs. “That’s all I have. I swear.”

Without making further threats and accepting that we have all her information—which was really quite good—Carrick hands over the thousand dollars and then lifts his chin to Maddox.

Maddox nabs Echo by the back of her army surplus jacket and hauls her off the chair. As he escorts her to the elevator, he says, “Lots more money if you have more information, you understand?”

Echo nods effusively as Maddox jabs the button.

“And,” he warns darkly. “Just a reminder, if we hear you’ve mentioned Finley to anyone, Carrick will carve out your intestines with an iron soup spoon. Got it?

Echo’s gray skin pales again, but she reassures us. “I wouldn’t. You can trust me.”

The elevator doors slide open, and Maddox gives her a little push in. When she’s gone, he turns back and says dramatically, “Queen of the fucking Underworld. How about that?”

“Why don’t we all sit down and brainstorm what this means?” I suggest, giving a pointed look to Carrick that I think he understands. We still need to talk to Rainey and Myles about the danger they’ll be in, but I’m hoping that will be better received now that we’re talking about the baddest of the Dark Fae being here on Earth for the prophecy.

We move to a larger grouping of furniture and settle onto couches and swivel chairs. Zaid would normally be offering refreshments, but he seems incredibly worried as he takes a small loveseat all to himself. Carrick and Maddox choose the two swivels, and Rainey, Myles, and I sink onto a cream-colored leather couch opposite them.

“Are you sure she was telling the truth as well as being complete with her info?” I ask Carrick. His eyebrows shoot up that I’d question his judgment. “Well, you know… because you’re usually a lot more sinister with her.”

Carrick’s lips twitch, but his answer is dry. “I’m sure that’s all she knew, and it was worth every penny.”

“So I’ll say again,” Maddox exclaims. “Queen of the fucking Underworld here. What do we make of it?”

“What can we make of it but that she’s here to take over?” Myles suggests. “Echo said she was recruiting Dark Fae.”

Carrick shakes his head. “It can’t be that simple. There just aren’t enough Dark Fae here to form any type of legitimate force because they are so few and their powers are nominal.”

“Kymaris’ powers weren’t nominal when she torched One Bean,” I point out.

Carrick nods gravely. “I suspect her being a changeling funneled some strong magic into her somehow. What she did is not the norm for Dark Fae without stone