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They would take his offer because humans were weak.
He would not allow his need for Royce overtake his good sense.
Gais had done that, he had put his obsession with Aaibhe the Seelie Queen, before all grander goals, and it had been his ruin. Pestale knew that he was too smart for that. He could see her beautiful face, but his eyes narrowed as he thought of her rejection.
Princess Royce needed punishing and when the time was right she would receive that punishment, after he had used her to serve every need.
She would be his and he would teach the shrew a lesson.
He had his father’s Death Swords, two of them that the Dark King had left forgotten in Morrigu’s Palace in the Dark Realm.
One he had allowed Hordly to carry hidden and ever ready, and the other was always within his own grasp, a blink away.
Graely could not be trusted to wield a Death Sword.
Graely was not yet up for the fight, for the mass killing. And though he was a loyal brother, he was not certain Graely could carry out the worst of his plans.
In fact, he had quite made up his mind that Graely needed watching.
Chapter Eight
“MY QUEEN,” TREVOR said bowing his head. “I know you did not go to draw Pestale out to offer him a deal. So tell us, why you went to meet with the scoundrel.”
“I needed a reading of him, of the grounds,” she answered succinctly. “Now we have other matters to discuss.” She looked at Breslyn and Ete, “Princess Aida and Shee Willow report that the Monoliths have not yet been attacked by the Unseelie.”
“Shall I go and help them?” Trevor offered at once.
“No, they have the matter in hand, and what we need to do is spread out our forces. If Pestale gets his hands on any of the dolmens, he can use them to transport his lower castes into the large cities. We can not allow that. He has already used the Stonehenge Monoliths to shift his army to Morrigu’s castle in the Grampian.’ She shook her head, “I had forgotten about that castle…it has stood hidden in magic since she ran after the Dark King and entered
his Dark Realm to be with him.”
Jazz said, “It is kinda sad really. I mean I know she is crazy and evil and all that, but to run after a guy and then be stuck in such a place after he leaves you.” She shook her head. “I don’t think much of this Dark King.”
Trevor grinned and took her into his arms and kissed her forehead, “Sweet life, my very own sweet life.”
Jazz felt her insides melt as she looked into his gold eyes. How had she gotten so lucky? He was everything any woman could want and then some.
Standing to one side, she glanced at Frankie as she masked her emotions. Jazz thought something was going on with her. Without warning Frankie shifted off.
“I’ll be back,” she told Trevor. “I’m going after Frankie.”
He nodded and she took off following the girl’s scent, a residue that each being leaves as they shift through the atmosphere.
Frankie stood at the edge of a large and serene lake. She had plopped herself onto the grass, hugged her knees to her chin, and looked absolutely miserable.
Jazz dropped onto her rump on the soft grass beside her, and put her arms around her to hug her close, “Hey, sweetie, wanna talk?”
Her big hazel soulful eyes looked up at her and she said, “Do ye know, Jazz? Do ye know who m’father is?”
Jazz sighed, “No one tells me anything either, but I’ll make you a promise, because you deserve to know. Everyone should know who their parents are, so if I find out, I will tell you. How is that?”
A loud swish of air brought their gaze up from each other and made them both look skyward.
Brilliant blue, just as all the colors in Faery were, Jazz thought as she shaded her eyes from the bright sun. All colors, all life forms, especially the birds in Tir were accentuated. What met her gaze made Jazz think she had somehow slipped into a fantasy. It was the only conclusion she could come up with.
Iridescent white wings that were opened wide, made a rush of sound as they gracefully flapped in the sky. Hovering over the girls was an angelic male with white gold hair and sparkling eyes.
He wore a white toga like outfit which was trimmed in gold. He wore Fae sandals that so many of the male Fae seemed to prefer.
