Night Fae (Dark Fae Kings #3) - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,7
been ensnared by her “beauty,” unlike Rowan, who had been ensorcelled. I didn’t want to risk a glance at the Winter King, afraid of seeing the besotted look on his face for her, for fear that my stomach would turn and fail to contain my breakfast.
In stark contrast to my sister’s exquisite and regal appearance, I didn’t look like much. I surely didn’t look the part of a fairy queen in my mint-green dress shirt and daisy pantsuit. It didn’t help that I also wore a black leather jacket that concealed many weapons, including Netherbane. I didn’t dress to impress, but to kill, literally. I would have to be a fool to believe that we’d go home without getting covered in blood.
Two dozen Dawn guards strutted after their queen, their mousy-blond hair flowing down to their armored shoulders, their pointed ears proudly showing their Fae heritage.
I thought the mages would give the Dawn Queen special treatment, as most seemed to be spellbound by her lavish style and intimidating power, but then an older mage with hair the color of dark honey pushed off from a sidewall and blocked the Dawn knights.
Two younger mages flanked him, their hands lingering near the openings of their unbuttoned trench coats. If a fight broke out, the first thing the mages would do was fling potions and spells at their opponents. I hoped none of them missed when they hurled their lethal contents into the eyes of the haughty Dawn knights.
“Only a maximum of three knights from each court will be allowed to remain in the hall and attend to their sovereign,” the older mage said unflinchingly, even though the giant Dawn knights towered over him. I respected a man who didn’t back down from a bully. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, ready to go to the mage’s aid should he need it.
“What’s the matter?”Brigantia demanded, irritation flickering in her pickle-green eyes. Without her glamour, her eyes would be like a pair of black holes that held no pity and sucked in all light.
She transferred her possessive, lustful gaze from my kings to the clash between the mages and her guards, then turned to stare at Jett Northton, trying to bend him to her will.
The Director of the Silver Circle arched an eyebrow, his eyes cold and uncompromising. The warmth he’d shown me earlier was nowhere to be found. In a heartbeat, he was steel that never bent or melted—the cornerstone of the guild.
He might be the only mortal who could hold his own against the formidable Dawn Queen, and my approval rating of him soared sky high. Jett Northton, after all, was the leader of the supernatural community in the human world, and this was his territory.
“Rules are rules, Queen Brigantia,” Northton said in a level, cultured voice.
With a sinister sneer, Brigantia shook her red hair down and let it spill down to her ankles. Her power lashed out; her incandescent light sucked the air out of the room. Gagging sounds rose all around the room as mages and knights fought to take air into their lungs.
The bitch thought she owned the free air itself.
Yet cold sweat beaded on my forehead. I’d thought her power couldn’t touch me, just as I was immune to her glamour. My chest tightened as the air pressure kept increasing, unbearable weight about to crush my lungs.
Rydstrom sent me a concerned, tight look, but he restrained himself from coming to my rescue right away. Baron clenched his fists, but he didn’t pull me into his arms to ease my suffering either. We’d talked about this. Unless I was in mortal danger, my kings wouldn’t make me look weak in public, especially not today when I was making my debut in the mortal realm.
The Winter King watched with icy indifference. He wasn’t going to lift a finger to help his own knights in their struggles. Brigantia might have initiated the power play, but the Winter King proved to be heartless once again.
How I detest that male!
Rydstrom stood motionless like a statue. No mortal could stay that still and graceful and lethal like a Fae. He was waiting for Baron to drive the first blow, as they’d agreed, and he would make sure to deliver the last fatal strike.
I acted first. I summoned my Dawn magic to counter Brigantia’s, but the magic didn’t answer me. I might have a legitimate claim to the throne of the Dawn Court, but I hadn’t initiated it, so my evil sister still