Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,40
discussion.” His voice turned hard with icy steel in it. “You wouldn’t think I was so careless as to forget to erect a sound barrier when we have an audience, would you?”
The queen gasped at his harshness, yet she gazed at him with twisted lust. She then scanned the room before a cutting, tight smile floated to her thin lips under the glamour of her sensual, full lips. She seemed satisfied that no one could hear their conversation, except for me. But she didn’t know that. Even the Winter King had somehow forgotten that his shield magic didn’t work on me.
I’d heard every fucking word that came out of their mouths.
“However,” the Dawn Queen drawled and turned her head, her stare falling on me like the vulture of death, but I’d already lowered my head. “That new whore still bothers me. There’s something about her, something off, and I wonder what it is.”
She turned her attention on me and sniffed, and my blood turned glacial. The powerful Dawn Queen, my enemy, was about to discover me, and I couldn’t do anything about it. But Rowan cupped her face and turned her back toward him, demanding her full attention. And then he crushed his mouth over hers.
I hated him so much, yet tears still threatened to flow from my burning eyes. Something in me just snapped and broke. Then, I realized what it was. The unseen thread that once linked the Winter King to me like starlight paled to a spark of amber before it dulled and sank into a pile of ash.
If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d swear a look of horror and agony flitted by Rowan’s glassy eyes, but he kept kissing her as if she was all that mattered.
Brigantia looked shocked, dazed, and pleased, lust pooling in her eyes.
Finally, Rowan pulled away from her, his composure never slipping.
“My, my,” The queen giggled, her bone-white fingers groping his cut chest. “You should have shown me your magnetic beast side a century earlier, Rowan.”
“Blame yourself for being irresistibly delicious, Brigantia,” purred the man whore. He then turned to his knights, frost coating his blue eyes, turning them ice-white. “Take my whores, all of them, back to their chambers. And do not disturb me and the queen for the rest of the day.”
Chapter 12
A Winter knight hustled me into the ranks of his king’s harem, and then two knights hurried us out of the grand hall with a harsh command. Despite my cold rage, I lowered my head and scurried amongst the Fae dancers.
Several Dawn guards peeled from the walls and stalked toward us, but a lead Winter knight parked himself in their path and blocked them.
“Back off. This is Winter business,” the Winter knight said icily. “No one from other courts is allowed near King Rowan’s women.”
The Winter King and the Dawn Queen snapped their head toward the confrontation between the guards of the Winter and the Dawn courts. The Winter King quirked an eyebrow at the queen, and she flashed him a sweetened smile before waving for her guards to stand down. I bet she’d been so impressed with his carnal kiss that she’d oblige him anything.
Also, she was in his territory.
Her guards returned to their former positions.
The weight of the Dawn Queen’s malicious glare fell on me before I exited the hall with the harem. I could feel her urge to impale me with her inky power. She would reach me any second.
Cold sweat dampened my back. Then suddenly, the unbearable, cutting heaviness lifted off me, and the queen’s sensual giggles rippled through the hall. The Winter King was probably touching her, but I didn’t dare look back.
I bit my lower lip and tasted the tang of my own blood.
Focus on escape, Evie. Return to your family. I ran the sentence in my head over and over, so I wouldn’t let waves of pain overwhelm me, ruining my one chance of survival.
I breathed out slowly as I stepped out of the hall.
I lifted my eyes and quickly scanned the surroundings atop the castle. Some of the women from Rowan’s harem glanced at me with pity, and some bore disdain and dismissal in their eyes. They’d all heard what their king had called me—Fae trash.
The Winter King would use me again, then abuse me. After he fucked the Dawn Queen to his satisfaction, he might decide to remember me again. And when both of them came to me for their sadistic amusement, I might not live through it.
Dad had taught