Night Fae (Dark Fae Kings #3) - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,18

death, and death conquers all! Turn your backs on your Silver Circle and join me if you want to live.”

Some mages spat, and I didn’t blame their sentiment.

“That dude is super annoying,” I murmured with an eye-roll. “Why are all the bad guys so chatty when no one wants their opinions?”

“They’re assholes, and an opinion is like an asshole,” someone answered me.

Another clap of thunder rolled over the hall.

The ceiling tilted, the glass walls rumbled, bottles of booze plummeted from the shelves, and delicate glassware smashed onto the floor. I winced and hoped that the Silver Circle didn’t stash all the expensive bottles in the bar.

“Put back the ward! Faster!” Northton shouted while his war mages chanted frantically and flung vials of milky potion at the dark mages.

“Demonca! Darkfae!” Brigantia screamed her summons. “Rise and come to your one and only queen!”

Plumes of smoke twisted in the center of the hall where the ward had been breached, and a throng of demonca with blade-like claws and crisscrossing fangs emerged from the smoke and swarmed the place.

All hell broke loose.

Chapter 7

The wards stayed down, despite the Silver mages’ great effort. Anxiety flowed through me, but I understood that spells were complicated matters.

Brigantia’s dark power whipped the air as soon as the wards dropped. The Fae kings’ powers and mine also rushed back to us without the neutralizing spells holding us back.

His sapphire eyes glowing, Rydstrom struck Brigantia with a blend of starlight and nightmare power, intending to blow a hole in her chest. At the same time, the competitive Summer King hurled his sunbeam of terrible heat at the usurper queen.

The two kings sandwiched her, cutting off her retreat.

A brilliant dawn light corrupted with black magic instantly formed, swirling around Brigantia like liquid armor. The Night King’s starlight and the Summer King’s sunbeam bounced off it.

She couldn’t be that powerful, could she? I was livid.

I dashed toward the battling trio, leapt into the air, and stabbed my dagger into her shield. Her black power pulsed, slamming into me, and Netherbane burned in my hand. I screamed and dropped the dagger as the purple wind blasted me off my feet and threw me backward.

Rydstrom moved, twisted in the air, and caught me in his arms.

“Guard Princess Ileana!” Baron roared as he lunged at Brigantia, pitching a fresh solar flare toward her.

The Night King put me down at the back of the hall and growled, “Stay put, Eve.” He then found a few of his knights nearby who were engaged in battling the demonca and barked, “Drake, guard your queen!”

I didn’t understand these Fae kings. Sometimes they let me fight, especially after I bitched about them being overbearing, and then they returned to being overprotective and completely ignored my protests.

If they had their way, they’d lock me in an ivory tower with barred windows.

While Drake pulled his Fae katana out of a demonca and rushed to take over guarding me, Rydstrom hastened toward where he had left Baron and the evil queen to their battle. He brought his hands together, and a swirl of darkness bearing the shape of nightmares engulfed Brigantia.

“Take that, bitch!” I huffed out my approval, especially when I heard a choking, rasping noise from my evil sister. May she die inside my king’s merciless nightmare.

But a second later, Brigantia emerged from the darkness, bathing in it like it was the dark sun for her. The nightmares rippled behind her like a cloak, her Dawn light outlining her.

“You indulge me with your nightmares, my Night King,” she purred. “And now you also see this new side of me. I’m not just Queen of the Dawn Court. I’m also Queen of Nightmares. We’re equally paired. I’m truly your perfect mate, and you just have to open your eyes to see it.”

The dark prince of Hell knew both Brigantia’s and my hidden heritage. He had said that none of the kings knew what she really was, so they’d assumed she had only the Dawn power. It wasn’t her Fae magic but her other dark power that made her this powerful. That was why they hadn’t defeated her.

If I exposed her, I’d have to reveal myself as well. I wasn’t ready for it. Terror coursed in my veins at the prospect of my kings loathing me because of my tainted heritage.

Adele and my father reached my side, guarding me along with Drake.

“I want to fight,” I growled. “I must end that evil bitch!”

“You must not get into a direct fight with her,” Dad