Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,18

caught a glimpse of Drake and a few other Night knights.

Now there were more than two dozen knights from all three courts milling around in my front and back yards, snarling at each other. At least they wouldn’t draw blades and charge each other while their kings dined in my house.

It couldn’t get weirder than this.

“I’m fine, and so are they. But thank you,” Rydstrom said, a smile curling on his lips, and my body warmed.

“Now we’ve got three of them!” Cassidy exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “And the new guy brought gifts, too!”

I ran my hand over my face in embarrassment.

My siblings all beamed at Rydstrom, their appreciative gazes skipping the bottle of very expensive wine in his left hand and resting on the large, exquisite basket full of goodies in the other.

Rydstrom grinned and put both the wine bottle and basket in the center of the table.

“Sorry, kids, the wine is for the adults, but the rest is for you,” he said smoothly.

My siblings squealed in excitement. Cassidy, Nox, and Safiya all grabbed the basket and dragged it toward their end of the table. Asuka also jumped in to help Nox.

“Stop it!” I hissed. “Mom taught you better!”

My siblings froze, but they still wouldn’t let go of the basket.

“It’s fine. The gifts are for them,” Rydstrom said as he ambled to the chair across from me since the seats on either side of me were taken by Rowan and Baron. Emmett immediately vacated his seat for Rydstrom without him asking. The Night King thanked my brother and took the seat as if it was rightfully his.

“So,” Cassidy said, standing upon his chair to appear bigger after giving up the basket to the twins. The twins were a force when they worked together. “You’re all Evie’s suitors. I’m not a bit surprised. As everyone can see, she’s a catch.” He gestured at me with his small, chubby hand. “She’s hotter than a supermodel. And more importantly, she’s my parents’ favorite and a jewel in the family.”

My gods, my eight-year-old brother was pimping me.

Baron and Rowan leaned back in their chairs, listening to the boy’s pitch with interest and amusement.

“Shut up, Cassidy,” I growled.

Rydstrom laughed. “Go on, boy. We want to know more about your lovely sister.”

I gritted my teeth.

“Evie has never lacked boyfriends,” Cassidy bragged at the encouragement, and the kings frowned, not liking this part.

Well, they asked for it.

“Dudes are crazy about her. She’s the flame and they’re the moths.” He noticed my livid expression and quickly averted his gaze. “As I see it, we have fierce competition here, but Commander Evie can only choose one of you.” He sent the kings a meaningful look.

Fawn giggled. Emmett looked thoughtful. The twins traded a look no one could decode. Safiya gazed between the three kings, a calculated light waltzing in her eyes. She might be thinking of pursuing one of the kings who lost the competition or maybe going straight after the one whom she thought I would select. That was how my spoiled middle sister’s mind worked.

“We’re her family,” Cassidy raised his voice like a showman. “And as her lieutenant, I must help her decide which one of you she should bed—I mean wed.” His face flushed a little and his hazel gaze pierced the three kings. “I have a list of things I’d like to have. I’ll give each of you a copy after we have ice cream, and we’ll see what you can do. Nox might have a few requests, too.”

The twins nodded in agreement and started to search for pens to come up with a list.

“Emmett is old and a grownup now, so you don’t need to worry about him,” Cassidy continued. “Fawn is the youngest among us, so she’ll need some stuff as well. That’s pretty much it.”

He didn’t mention Safiya at all, and her brown eyes burned with fury.

“I’m not that old,” Emmett grunted. “I’m still a teen, and I wouldn’t mind having a collection of the new edition of the manga comics—”

“That’s enough!” I growled, humiliation burning my face. “We don’t ask for things from anyone. If Dad and Mom saw you like this—”

“They’re not here now,” Asuka, the quieter twin, murmured. “Mom and Dad aren’t here to take care of us anymore.”

“I’ll take care of you!” I said, pain, grief, and disappointment coiling in my stomach. “But this is not how we run things. We have standards.”

I thought I’d pulled them together when I’d vowed to find our parents. But