Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,58
tensed up. We’d battled a big group of assassins and a giant troll around here just a week ago. Fortune had worked in our favor as the humans remained oblivious to the nefarious supernatural activities in the area.
Through the rearview mirror, I noticed a dark SUV trailing us and let out a resigned sigh. The Summer knights had tagged along despite Drake dismissing them earlier. The Winter gang was out of the picture, but these two groups were still in the competition.
Fae court rivals and their politics.
Soon, both vehicles raced on highway 134. K was better at directions and more skilled than the other driver we had before. Mostly, it’d been a Winter knight who cruised me around before we broke ties with the Winter King.
I tore my mind away from the cold bastard, yet a pathetic part of me still craved him, which only made me mad at myself. He’d betrayed and trashed me, yet the mystic connection still pulsed between us now and then, no matter how faint and broken it was, no matter how hard I tried to get my shadow fire to burn it away. All I had succeeded in doing was to shroud it, and I had no desire to dwell on what that really meant. Apparently, it would take more than determination and power to kill that link, or the mating bond, as the Fae called it.
But I took small comfort in believing that all things faded in time. One day, I wouldn’t remember the pain the Winter King had once inflicted upon me.
We exited the highway and weaved around Hollywood Studios before heading toward Verdugo Hills. K drove like a maniac, and even Drake frowned at him. But I didn’t complain since I was anxious to see the detective while at the same time dreading to meet him. Sometimes no news was the best news.
“Evie, you’ve been quiet,” K said, checking on me through the rearview mirror. “Usually you talk a lot of shit and bug everyone to tears, even the boss.”
“You should pay attention to the road, K,” I said. At my encouragement, he drove even crazier. “If you get pulled over by a cop, I’ll have Rydstrom take you off my security detail forever.”
He slowed down a little and flashed me a fanged smile. “Don’t be mean. We glamoured the vehicle.”
I widened my eyes, getting more worried. “What if someone hits us because they can’t see us?”
He laughed.
Yep, I’d definitely have Rydstrom forbid him from driving for me again.
We now sped on a less-traveled road along the rugged mountain range. Why had my parents come to this underdeveloped land? I’d thought I was close to them, only to realize I knew so little about them and their layers of secrets.
K made a sudden left turn and the van veered onto a narrow uphill road.
“Are you sure you know where you’re going, K?” I asked in a surly tone.
“That’s the address you gave me,” he said. “And will you relax, Evie? Where’s the fun girl who constantly stirs up shit in the club?”
He enjoyed irritating me.
“Watch out!” I cried out.
A coyote in the middle of the road had the bouncer veering half off the mountain trail. After passing the animal, K jerked the SUV back onto the road.
Before I could let out a sigh of relief, an unnerving feeling reeled in me like a miasma of smoke. How had Detective Dallas even found this place? The further we drove into the wilderness, the harder guilt and misery and worry pounded in me. Had my parents gotten into this terrible situation because of me?
K didn’t slow down and shrubs of poison oak and witch hazel blurred by, scratching both sides of the vehicle. I’d yell at him or even smack the back of his thick head if it were my van. But Rydstrom was loaded, so he might not frown upon my new driver as I supposed he should.
The road became shadier with thicker native California trees. This area gave me the creeps. I checked the address once more. Shaking my head in annoyance, I called Dallas again.
“Detective?” I asked. “Is the location really in Verdugo Hills? I won’t lie, this place gives me the creeps.”
“That’s—the place,” Dallas answered, sounding almost as if he was gagged. “Are you—close?”
I traded a look with K, and he nodded.
“Yeah. I’m climbing the trail over the hill.”
“There’s an abandoned warehouse half a mile ahead. I’ll—be waiting inside.”
“Is your team with you, detective?” I asked.
“No, I—I’m alone. I’m