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“Hey!” objected Trevor.
However, no one was listening to him as the two in the heated argument stared one another down.
“Do you?” Royce asked with her chin high. “But this Fae—” She jabbed herself with her finger. “This Fae knows where Pestale is—do you?”
She had dropped this bomb into his hands and immediately began trying to formulate a plan. She hadn’t quite told the truth. She saw out of the corner of her eye that Trevor had taken a step forward and that his face was more than grim.
“Doona lie to me,” seethed Chance.
“She is telling the truth,” Trevor said to him. “She has special abilities—the sight being one of them.”
Chance stopped dead and took her hand in a firm grip. “Where then, lass? Speak ye now, and we’ll see about the rest later.”
“You are wasting time. Either I am a part of this, or I go after Pestale alone,” she answered.
“We’ll talk about it after I see what ye can produce …” Chance said slowly.
“Then come on, I’ll take you there,” she said. Oh, she thought with some trepidation. She certainly knew where Pestale had been. She had seen him in her vision in a hotel suite.
She had been disgusted to see him making love (if that was what you could call his rough sex play) to a pretty human who would be forever changed. She had also witnessed his departure in her vision.
She knew where he had been and that he had only just left. She had gotten a glimpse of the hotel’s name, Hotel Inverness, over the door when he had looked back. He was in Inverness—in Scotland. She could see his smile just before he shifted away. He was hidden within the folds of black magic—a black magic that was consuming whatever essence he once had.
He would not be there when she led them to the hotel, but his recent scent might give them a lead. And that might get Chance to change his mind about her. After all, this would bring him closer to Pestale than he had yet been.
She sighed over her thoughts because she very much needed to prove her worth to her queen and extricate herself from trouble. Once this was over, then she could leave it behind and go and visit her dear humans, her sweet young David and his family. They probably were wondering where she was … .
Chance had a hold of her hand and brought her back from her meandering thoughts. “Then let’s go, lass—let’s go now.”
~ Four ~
ROYCE HUNG BACK and looked around the luxurious suite, saying under her breath, “Well, he likes his comforts, doesn’t he?”
Empty champagne bottles were strewn everywhere. Empty boxes of chocolate were near the king sized bed, as were trays of half-eaten food.
However, what had both Trevor’s and Chance’s attention was the naked woman lying with her legs spread wide and a beckoning smile on her face.
Royce grimaced at Trevor and slapped his shoulder as she moved to cover the woman, who was still—would forever until she died—be in heat. The woman reached up, pulled on Royce’s arm, and whispered, “Come join me … touch me …”
Pestale had left her alive, but he had also left her addicted to sex, and her addiction would end up killing her. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t take an interest in anything else, and she wouldn’t ever again lead a normal life.
All she would ever want was to have sex with anyone, at anytime, anywhere. It was a form of madness, and even the Royal Fae could not cure madness.
When a Fae who had the sexual power of a Lianhan didn’t turn off the addicting sexual aphrodisiac that bewitched a human, that human became ruined for anything else.
Royce pulled free, and the woman turned and looked at Chance and Trevor. She licked her lips. “Oooh … two of you—come. Don’t worry, my prince won’t mind—he has left, and I have this suite for another day. He told me to enjoy myself, and—I need you to come closer. Bring the pretty woman, and we’ll all play …” Once again she had uncovered herself and spread her legs.
Trevor and Chance eyed one another before they turned to Princess Royce, who was now quite certain that if she were human, she would be blushing. She did not meet their direct gaze.
Trevor laughed out loud as he caught Royce’s expression, but Chance was all grim and grumpy as he said accusingly, “You said Pestale would be here!”
“He was here—I obviously can’t keep him chained from moment to moment …”
“Where has he gone?”
Royce shrugged and sniffed the air around her. “He has disguised his scent. He travels shrouded in black magic. If we can get a feel for the aura he is using, we might be able to track him.”
“How did ye know he had been here—did ye see it in a vision?” Chance pursued.
