Fever Fae - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,4
have laughed if I hadn’t been angry. The two men strutted around on my turf like overblown peacocks, as if the entitled dicks owned my family’s home.
But I didn’t rain down my blaze of fury on them. Not yet. First I wanted to learn what these two dangerous crazies were up to.
“I didn’t need to lift a finger to charm that poor girl,” Rowan said coldly, breathing out a trail of icy steam into the summer air.
I narrowed my eyes. Was he sick or something? Was that why Baron called him Winter King?
“She’s already dazed by me, like all mortals,” Rowan continued. “Not even a high Fae is immune to my presence.”
“This girl is prickly,” Baron said with a chuckle. “She dared to shout for us to halt.”
They talked as if I didn’t exist. My fury burned hotter. They had no idea what kind of things I dared, like sticking the endpoint of my umbrella up their obnoxious asses.
“Did you track a Nightling here? Shouldn’t you get your knights to do the dirty work, Summer King?” Rowan demanded.
A Nightling? That must be what they called the nightmarish creature.
My heart pounded painfully, and I inched toward them as I didn’t want to miss an answer. If either of them had dispatched that monster, they’d be sorry. Messing with me? I might let it slide, but if they messed with my family, they didn’t get a nice way out.
“Calling the kettle black, King Rowan?” Baron asked in a sardonic tone. “Not that I’m surprised.”
The wind blew, tossing Rowan’s silver hair forward across his face, revealing a pointed ear that no human bore before he brushed his hair back. And at the same time, I caught Baron’s fangs as he snarled.
Fuck.
My eyes widened. The gorgeous dudes were monsters in beauty’s skin. No wonder they spoke the same language as that Nightling. The only difference was these two looked angelic, while the Nightling bore the appearance of a demon spawn.
That dark creature’s last words echoed in the chamber of my head, chilling my bones. “Dark. Princess. Kill.”
I staggered back, my knuckles white on the handle of the umbrella.
The strangers didn’t notice my reaction, their gazes still fixed on each other. Rowan ignored Baron’s jab, his expression thoughtful. “You think the Night King sent his creature?”
“Who else?” Baron said.
“I’ll get to the bottom of this,” Rowan said. “It’s prohibited to release a Nightling to the mortal world. When I prove it’s the doing of that insufferable bastard, I’ll take him down.”
“We can’t take him down alone.” Baron shrugged when Rowan gave him a scathing look. “We’ve tried many times.”
Rowan’s attention snapped toward me, a puzzle arising in his glacial eyes. “Why did a Nightling take an interest in a simple mortal girl? It ran from her house. She shouldn’t be able to chase it off.”
“Why don’t we ask the pretty thing?” Baron asked, his gaze roving me, his mood improving.
“I was about to before you rudely interrupted me,” Rowan grated.
“Let’s play with her first,” Baron said. “I haven’t done it with a human girl for a long time. Mortals burn brightly before they’re no fun anymore. This girl will beg me sweetly for the taste only a high Fae can give her. Watch and learn.”
A fit of cold anger shot straight to my head. It took all my willpower not to slam the sharp end of the umbrella where he’d definitely feel it. I forced myself to hold still, gazing at them with an innocent expression and big green eyes.
Rowan folded his muscled arms over his broad chest. “Just make it quick, Summer King. I don’t have all day for your frivolities. I must return to my court after I get some answers from the girl.”
“So you can play house with the Dawn Queen?”
“She isn’t in my court,” Rowan said, ice in his every word. “And it’s none of your business.”
“Her spies are everywhere. You think she’s the one?”
“One for what?”
“The one woman for all the kings,” Baron murmured, his tone somehow still completely menacing. “As the oracle prophesied.”
“I don’t believe in such things,” Rowan said, his face stony. “And she’s still hung up on the Night King.”
“That asshole thinks he has the first pick on any woman,” Baron sneered, every humor dropping from his face.
His mood turned sour again, the Summer King wheeled toward me, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. If I hadn’t eavesdropped on him and understood all the nasty things he’d said, I’d have regarded him as fuckass hot.
Well, he