Nanshe gasped. “Did you not warn them, Asherah? Where is your Fate?”
“I remember you!” Eiravel shouted.
The room was getting too full now as Eiravel and Cynes stormed in and stopped just inside the doorway. Carlo was gettingbeyondpissed at being pinned here and not able to move. He struggled once more against the remains of his bed, but he still couldn’t move.
“You did as you were to do, Berserker of the Unseelie.”
Once more, all eyes swung in the same direction, this time to Eiravel. The Unseelie stepped further into the room, awe spreading over his features before he and his twin dropped to their knees.
“We thank you for your help in the In Between.”
Nanshe’s gaze met Carlo’s. “As I’ve only meant to help.”
You can release me now.
“How do you know I’m holding you?”
Carlo lifted one brow, and a tinkle of husky laughter filtered into his head before he sat up suddenly, coming face to face with Nanshe. To keep from embracing her, he lifted her off him before standing at her side. The touch of her skin was warm silk and sent a shock through his bloodstream.
Mine.
“I told you.”
She was sassier in his head—a more relaxed way of speaking, less formal than when she spoke aloud. For now, though, he wouldn’t comment on it.
Eiravel and Cynes stood before Cynes stepped forward. “When we were trying to escape with Asherah, she helped us stop Skuld long enough to get through the portal. Without her, we may have all died.”
“I came because Skuld is coming. She brings with her horrors unimaginable, and ... I needed help. The help wouldn’t come to me.” Nanshe gazed up at Carlo. Standing, she was shorter than his towering seven feet, but she was taller than most of the women in the room.
He wouldn’t admit how sexy that was. Or the way her warrior-like frame made his mouth water. Nanshe was not some willowy waif who’d blow away at the first powerful wind.
Silva snorted. “Why would he have gone there? Hehatesthe Chaos Realm.”
Nanshe shook her head. “I cannot tell you.”
Can’t, or won’t?
“Can’t. There are rules. I know of your hatred of Chaos, Carlo. But is nothing for you to fear.”
He ignored that. Nothing to fear? He knew better than anyone how terrifying the Chaos was. How holding such power would destroy his body. The Fae may travel through it, but they didn’t live in it. And they were the strongest of all magic users.
“It matters not now,” Nanshe said. “Things have now changed. In order for the past I see to not be your future, I needed to be with Carlo.”
The room went silent for about ten seconds before everyone started speaking at once.
“Silence,” Arturo growled. Everyone in the room did as he commanded. “There isn’t any point in repeating this. If this is about what is coming, we call everyone in. I swear, we need to make this a thing with all the shit coming our way.”
Dominic shook his head. “If we do that, I fear it would only make sure we faced stuff all the time.”
Romano snorted. “It doesn’t seem like we have another choice anyway.” He stared pointedly at Nanshe.
“Dominic, call in your Enforcers and Pasquale. I’ll get who I need.” Arturo sighed. “Nanshe, this is against Encantado?”
“Encantado will only be the start.”
“Then also call in Heath and the Renegades. Carlo, reach out to the Moonstone Pack. Kalinda—”
Kalinda groaned. “I’m already working on getting the Trinity here and will contact Torin.”
