Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,11

and private booths. Those areas seemed to have suffered the worst damage. Did the bombs have anything to do with the bounty on my head, or had they only been intended to hurt the Night King?

“Where’s Rydstrom?” I asked in a hushed, anxious voice. “Did anyone get hurt?”

Drake glanced over his shoulder and raised a finger to his lips as the walls of the knights pushed me toward the exit. They soon whisked me out of the club toward three black vans. Looking back at Claws, Fangs, and Fiends, I saw red ivy vines nearly engulf the entire two-story Victoria building to protect it from prying eyes.

Before Drake could shove me into the second van, I wheeled around and put my hand out. “Where’s Rydstrom?” I demanded. “Is he okay? I won’t leave until you answer me.”

Drake stared hard at me. “All I can tell you is we’ve rounded up the evildoers who somehow got through our wards and carried two sorts of bombs into the club.”

I blinked. “Two sorts? A bomb is a bomb, right?”

“Yes and no.” Drake wiggled his brows. “The first was just a bomb, made by humans, intending to punish my king for harboring a person of interest.” His expression darkened, as if he blamed me for the destruction inside the club. “The second bomb carried a magical virus, designed to spread a plague into the mortal world to thin the human herd.”

“What?” I cried, icy dread choking my throat, and I grabbed his sleeve. “What do you mean?”

He shook me off him. “I can’t reveal more. Now you need to get into the car and go home.”

Baron and Rowan growled.

Drake didn’t spare the kings a glance, but nodded at me. “My king said he shall visit you tonight, Lady Evelina.”

Chapter 4

I perched in the middle seat of the van with Rowan on my left and Baron on my right, each holding one of my hands. It felt like déjà vu, especially when Baron planted hot kisses on my knuckles and Rowan traced icy kisses from my palm to my inner wrist.

A rush of tingles rippled over me, and liquid flame tongued my sex. I tried not to squeeze my thighs. Then I let my thoughts wander to the promised visit of the Night King, and my stomach fluttered with thrilling anticipation.

The armored SUV rolled ahead, following the van in the front. The third van cruised behind us. After replacing my human glamour—and trading more insults—the kings had worked out the security details on my family and me and negotiated terms they all reluctantly agreed to. They guarded me heavier than the Queen of England, and knights from all three courts would always accompany me in rotation. I had tried to argue the necessity of the super-heavy security, but then I thought of the ten-million-in-gold bounty on my head and zipped my lips.

The kings had also decided that it was safest for me to travel by conventional human transportation—cars.

Teleporting was favored in the magical realm. But in our world, steel and iron greatly weakened magic. If a tech wave interfered with Fae magic, we could be stuck in nowhere or some sort of inter-dimension if we ever teleported.

And the Fae kings weren’t as powerful in the mortal realm as in Elfame. They wouldn’t risk me unless it was absolutely necessary.

I shifted on the seat between Rowan and Baron as my body heated up, lust buzzing on my skin. It was getting more and more uncomfortable, even though I enjoyed the two kings’ undivided, intense attention. Their male desire broadcasted to me in endless waves, and my body responded to each wave in rising heat.

I didn’t know how long I could stand it.

I bit my inner cheek, fighting the urge to climb onto Rowan’s lap to rub against his massive erection. As soon as I tore my dirty thoughts off him, Baron’s cock filled my imagination. I’d had an eyeful of his large shaft. It was beautiful and manly.

No, no, don’t go there!

My cheeks flushed as I remembered how close I’d come to having sex with Baron. Where would that have left me if I’d fucked him? I hadn’t exactly committed to any of the kings, yet I dreaded the moment Rowan and Rydstrom found out.

I groaned inwardly, a troubled, dark feeling coiling in my stomach like messy threads. This entangled relationship with all of them was going to undo me if I couldn’t keep my head straight.

The three kings seemed to have agreed, though reluctantly, to