that feels heavy. The wolf, whose name I really must learn soon, reverts into his defensive position.
"Does your wolf basically hate everyone but you?" I ask.
Fen looks down at him. "Usually, yes. You seem to be the exception."
Asher clears his throat. "Sorry to interrupt you two, but Dean is waiting and you know how patient he is."
Fen pulls away from me and turns to face Asher. "Dean can wait as long as needed. I care little for whatever so-called demands he has on his time."
"Be that as it may, we still must go. Unless you two are planning to stay in the dungeon all night?"
I shiver at the thought, and the wolf steps away from Fen to come closer to me, pushing his large head against my leg until I pet him. Both the princes stare at us, open jawed, for several seconds.
Asher is the first to break the silence. "What the—?"
Fen crosses his arms over his chest. "He's been like that since she got here. I've never seen anything like it."
"The other brothers are not going to like this, Fenris. They will feel you are taking liberties to weigh things in your favor."
Watching the two of them is like watching the North and South Pole in an odd dance. They are so different—Asher with his fine suits and refinement and Fen with his wildness and leather—but somehow they compliment each other in a strange way.
Fen scoffs at Asher's words. "I care as much about that bloody throne as I do about Dean's latest conquest, which is to say not at all. They should know that. This isn't my game, it's all of yours."
"Be that as it may, this will ruffle feathers."
Fen pulls his eyes from me and the wolf to turn to Asher. "I'll do more than ruffle feathers if any of them dare challenge me."
The warden's warning echoes in my mind. Is Fen one of those displeased at my presence?
Asher holds up his hands in surrender. "I'm on your side in this, brother. You know that."
Fen nods his head once sharply, and begins walking up the staircase back to the main castle. His wolf stays by my side until Fen turns, face puckered with irritation. He whistles, and the wolf rubs against me again, whining. "Oh for the love of all that's unholy, what is wrong with you, Baron?"
I'm starting to feel bad for Fen, so I nudge Baron with my hand. "Go on. I'll be okay."
He looks up at me, his eyes so intelligent, and almost nods, then slowly moves to Fen, but keeps looking back to make sure I'm coming. I stifle a grin and hurry up the stairs as Fen curses and turns away from us. Asher watches with a mix of amusement and worry on his face.
As we make our way to wherever Asher is taking us, I ask the question I've been wanting an answer to for some time. "Are we going to talk about the fact that these Fae keep attacking me?"
"No," Fen says gruffly. I think he's still mad about his wolf not obeying him.
"If they do manage to kidnap me, what are they planning to do?"
"Shut you up, hopefully."
Yup, he's still mad.
"Look, I'm sorry your wolf likes someone else for the first time ever, but that's no reason to act like a petulant child. There are serious matters to discuss here."
Asher laughs out loud. "She's got your number, brother!"
Fen turns and grabs him by his collar, shoving him against the stone wall. "That is quite enough from you, brother. I've done everything you've asked. I kept her safe. I got her here. I'm done." He releases Asher—who doesn't look the least bit scared—and storms away, leaving us alone in the passageway. His wolf does follow this time, though reluctantly when he sees I'm not joining him.
Asher adjusts his clothing and brushes away the wrinkles caused by his brother's rough handling. "Fen has a bit of a temper," Asher says calmly. "Prince of War and all. You understand."
"I understand that a family of immortal vampires has all of eternity and still can't figure out how to grow up," I say. I'm tired of the bickering, so I walk ahead, but once we come to the door that brought us here, I pause, unsure of where we're going.
Asher grins, winking at me, and leads me through hallways lined with gilded doors and gold trimmed paintings and elaborate doorways carved out of stone or marble or wood into beautiful shapes. We stop in