from her. Alona knew without a doubt in her heart that the mothers who raised her loved her every bit as much as they loved their true-born daughter.
A hand reached through the bars from the next cell and grasped hers. “Don’t let them hear you cry, Alona.” The filthy hand squeezed hers.
“Who are you?” She peered into the darkness, trying to make out the face of the woman beside her. She leaned against the bars, grasping the stranger’s hand like a lifeline.
“My name is Neeve. I served the Lady Brea while she was here, and I helped her escape.”
“She’s in Eldur now?”
“I sent her through the southern Vatlands to Lochlan’s camp,” Neeve said. “It’s only a matter of time before that girl gets her head on straight and strikes back.”
“In the meantime, we need to plan our escape.” Alona choked back her tears. She might be imprisoned and feeling lower than she ever had before, but Alona Cahill was a fighter and she wouldn’t go down without an explosive battle.
“Fargelsi is no longer just a kingdom of the fae world, Alona. It is a prison. Those born of Fargelsi are prisoners of its queen—she holds our magic, only allowing us the faintest use of it. There is no joy here, only fake smiles and hidden agendas. For those without magic, there is no escape.”
“Maybe for those born of Fargelsi and those born without magic. But I am human. I am not bound by the laws of this world, and I will find a way to fight back.”
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Fae’s Defiance: Chapter One
Brea
Why did everyone in this fracking fae world lie?
Brea still couldn’t believe the fantasy life she’d fallen into. Okay, more like been dragged into kicking and screaming. She shook her head to rid it of thoughts that would inevitably lead back to the biggest liar of them all. The man who’d claimed she was the subject of a prophecy. Prophecy-schmophesy. It didn’t exist.
Her hands tightened around the steaming cup on the table in front of her as she focused on this moment’s lie. “And what do you call it?” She looked to the bear of a man sweeping the floor with an ancient bristly broom that looked like it belonged in a bedraggled Cinderella’s hands instead of this giant. Did giants exist in Eldur? Maybe he was a half giant—like Hagrid.
“What?” She hadn’t heard the answer he gave her.
“Girl.” The man she’d come to know as Xander over the last few weeks leaned the broom against the stone wall and rounded the small wooden tables separating them. He folded himself into a chair that was entirely too small for him. “I wouldn’t begin to guess what a girl like you was doing spending every day out here in the city without an escort.”
“A girl like me?” She grimaced. “What does that mean?”
“A richie.” Adamina singsonged as she bounced from the kitchen at the back of the small tavern. At this early hour, Brea was their only patron.
“Hey, Mina.” Brea gave her a little wave.
Mina set a bowl of sugared oats in front of Brea and another before her father.
Brea took a bite, savoring the simple fare that was a world away from the more robust foods of the palace. “How do you know I’m a…”
“Richie?” Mina crossed her arms over her petite frame. She looked nothing like her larger father. Brea had learned weeks ago that it was just the two of them. Mina’s mother died in childbirth. “It’s the clothes. You won’t find cloth as fine as yours here in the city except on the backs of nobles. Tell us, Brea, which family do you belong to? Is it the Wilsons? They’ve always been so secretive, though Viscount Wilson gets pretty chatty in here over his cups.”
Brea shook her head.
Mina’s eyes lit up, and she flicked them to the cup in front of Brea. “Oh, it’s the Robinsons, isn’t it?”
Brea almost spat oats across the table. How did they know?
Mina kept talking. “The Robinson clan is the wealthiest in the city.”
Oh. Brea released a breath. There was a clan of that name in the fae world.
“That’s why you enjoy Eldur beans so much. They control the Eldur bean trade.”
“Eldur beans?” Brea stared down into the dark molten heaven in her cup. The lie she’d forgotten everyone seemed to be in on. “I was told there wasn’t