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Chapter 30
Bree
Bree’s eyelidswere so very heavy from having stayed up all night and then some. She’d managed to grab a few hours of sleep, but she had tossed and turned through most of it. Her skin felt abuzz with electricity, and memories from the ball kept whispering through her mind. And memories from the momentsafter.
At one point, she could have sworn that Rafe was going to kissher.
And then he’d gottenshot.
Not that kissing Rafe would have been a good idea. In fact, it was a terrible one. It was just that sometimes terrible ideas felt much more enticing than goodones.
A knock sounded on her door, and she groaned. It was probably her breakfast. Right on time. She wasn’t ready to see anyone just yet, not even for food. Last night, Taveon had stopped by to tell her that Rafe was completely healed now and resting in the Prince’s chambers. But she’d worried all night, and now she was exhausted because ofit.
With a sigh, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and padded barefoot to the door. She wore a thin black nightgown that she’d found in the cupboard, one that barely hit the top of her thighs. Normally, she wouldn’t even answer the door for her breakfast in this, but she was far too weary to make the effort to change rightnow.
When she pulled open the door, Bree sucked in a strange little gasp through her nose. Lord Dagen’s eyes went wide, and he let out a low whistle as his gaze ripped down her body. Her cheeks flamed, her grip tightening around thedoorknob.
“Good morning, Bree. I can see I have caught you at a bad time.” He tried to crane his head around the door. “Have I interrupted something? Is anyone elsehere?”
Her neck flushed with even more heat. “No one is here. I was just in bed.Sleeping.”
Dagen’s head jerked to the side so he could stare down the corridor, and he suddenly pushed through the door, slamming it shut behind him. “There were some guards coming. I did not wish for them to see me entering yourquarters.”
She narrowed her eyes, backing up, her thighs hitting the bed. “Why are youhere?”
He strode closer, bracing a hand on the wooden bedpost. “I gave you these elaborate quarters, and then I invited you to be my companion at the ball. And now, I am here in your room while you stand there in that delicious little outfit. Some might say I have come to claim what you owe me forthat.”
Anger boiled in Bree’s veins, and she had the sudden urge to slap him as hard as she could. Right on the face. And then maybe punch him in thenose.
He chuckled. “Relax, Bree. I am not that kind of male. I would never want to be with a woman who did not whole-heartedly want to be with me. That said, some may say that is precisely why I am here. We might do well to let them thinkit.”
Bree rolled her eyes and stormed away from the irritating fae to stare out the window. The moon was high in the sky now and almost as large and as brilliant as the nightbefore.
“Just tell me why you’re here, LordDagen.”
“There is no need to use my title when we’re alone,” he said in a murmur. “Dagen willdo.”
A thrill went down her spine, and she hated herself forit.
“So, tell me, Bree. What did you discover at the ball last night? Before the entire room erupted into chaos, that is. I could not help but notice Rafferty snuck you out during thecommotion.”
“You saw that, did you?” Bree asked, turning to face him. “Because I certainly didn’t see you. Not just before the announcement, not during, and certainly notafter.”
A pause. “I wasthere.”
“Whatever. I don’t even care anymore.” Bree sighed. These fae were really starting to drive hermad.
“Are you certain there is nothing you can tellme?”
“Do you know a fae named Fillan?” Bree asked, thinking back to the strange encounter she’d had in the Prince’schambers.
Dagen actually looked shocked—and slightly worried. “Fillan? How do you know thatname?”
“I met him last night,” she said with a shrug. “He was...well, he made an impression on me. And he didn’t seem particularly keen on the Prince, so I thought he might be one of yourspies.”
“He is no spy of mine.” Dagen frowned. “He is an assassin, Bree. And a stealthy one at that. No one has laid eyes on him for years. Well, except his victims, of course. Are you certain that was who youmet?”
A shiver went through Bree. She hadkissedan assassin? Thinking back, there had definitely been an aura of danger to him, but he still hadn’t seem like someone who slithered through the night, shoving daggers into people’s backs. Or had he? Bree had never met an assassin before, afterall.
