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Syl’vyn’s boot taps against the gravel. “Anger is a crutch. As long as you rely on tantrums tantrums to engage your magic, you will never embrace your full power.”
I move the stack of drywall again and release a heavy gasp. “It’s not a tantrum to be frustrated by my current situation.”
“You are an immortal with eternity before you. The stars will turn to dust and the world will die while you live on.” Her lip curls. “Your current situation is meaningless.”
Eternal being, sure, but one who forgot all my past lives. Until this year, I thought I was a human who suffered amnesia after a house fire killed my parents.
It turned out that my memories were staged by Darius, who separated me from Pen, Flint, and Marc to stop me from hitting the reset button on humanity.
I’ve since rejoined the others, but my memories of those times remain lost, which I rarely regret. It would be nice to remember how to use my powers, though, so I didn’t have to deal with Syl’vyn.
The pureblood fae woman infiltrated the Joint Task Force of Paranormal Investigations to hunt a rogue fae. She almost killed me, too. I survived and threw her in jail, only to watch her escape.
It still boggles my mind how we ended up here, working together. A month ago, when she approached me and demanded to become my teacher, I should have refused.
Instead, I agreed because she’s the only other fae I know in the world, and with my magic coming back, I need to learn control before I hurt someone by accident.
Syl’vyn’s sharp voice breaks through my thoughts. “Less thinking, more practicing.”
I hold up a finger. “Just give me a second for my heart to stop racing.”
“Pathetic.” She paces away. “Dark prince, my ass.”
Curious, I stride to where a bottle of water rests on the side of the gravel. “Among the sithes, how would my training go after my powers bloomed?”
She turns back toward me. “As a prince, all the best tutors would be assigned to you, and once you fully grasped your power without the crutch of emotions, you would have apprenticed with the top teacher for your affinity.”
I take a sip, then press the plastic against my forehead. While the chill wore off long ago, the shade kept it cooler than my flushed face. “How did non-royals learn?”
Her arms cross under her small breasts. “We attended university, much like your Conservatory.”
My brows arch. “Everyone did? Even the poor?”
Her lip curls, revealing pointed incisors. “Unlike here, where knowledge is restricted, the fae embrace enlightenment of the mind and the nurturing of power. Those who do well work in the courts.”
“Royal courts, right?” I move the bottle to my cheek. “Not legal court?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, royal courts.”
“How are courts different from sithes?” I walk over to lean against the pallet to rest my legs.
Her foot taps again. “We are not here to give you a history lesson.”
“Indulge me.” I smile. “You’re a historian. So teach me something.”
She purses her lips for a moment before sighing. “There are four courts, under which the sithes are divided. The dark sithe is part of the celestial court.”
When she stops talking, I prod. “What about the silver sithe?”
“Also part of the celestial court.” She delivers the information in a begrudging tone.
Interest sparks inside. “So we’re like cousins or something?”
“Hardly.” She lifts a hand to rub the point of one ear. “The dark sithe is filled with depraved fae only a step above the wild fae. You’re the embarrassing black sheep of the celestial court.”
A laugh escapes me. “Depraved, huh? What is the silver sithe like?”
Wistfulness softens her angular features before her silver eyes harden. “Enough with the history lesson.”
