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Chapter2
I threw the doors open,and Diora and I stormed through them together.
Espen, the king I’d almost killed, stood beside a slightly-taller, slightly-wider version of him, with longer hair.
That was doubtlessly his brother Namir, Diora’s mate and the Shadow King. Like his mate, he wore black and gold, even though they were the colors the poor folk wore in the Night Court. Despite the colors, neither of them wore anything that looked cheap or simple.
Namir’s eyes focused on the woman beside me, sweeping up and down her figure as if checking for wounds. I was satisfied with the way his attention remained on her, so I focused mine on the other king.
The one whose eyes were narrowed at me.
Espen’s head was shaved, his body muscular but lean at the same time. I hated how much I loved the contrast between his olive skin and the shining white pants on his lower half, and the way he stared at me like he could shrivel me up with one look alone.
I was short and had always been slim thanks to years of illness—followed by years in a cell. Despite my lack of height, I certainly didn’t have a small personality.
“Your mate has taken it upon herself to free my prisoners?” Espen growled.
“My mate has taken it upon herself to free your fated female,” Namir countered, as Diora sashayed up to him. His arm draped over her shoulder, and he pulled her possessively against his side.
Stars, was that envy I was feeling?
No.
I refused to envy her for having a possessive male. That was ridiculous on so many levels.
Espen’s glare became an angry, incredulous frown, his gaze lingering on me.
I spread my arms wide. “Hello, mate.”
Light flickered off his skin, and his jaw clenched.
Then his eyes closed, his jaw still clenched.
What the hell?
I looked to Diora for an answer as to why he was clenching his jaw, but she only shrugged at me.
“Strong emotions make magic more difficult to control, and holding the moon in the sky requires complete focus,” Namir explained quickly and quietly to me and Diora. And, I noticed, to another couple that I didn’t recognize in the slightest.
“So he’s feeling strongly about me?” I asked, letting amusement seep into my voice even though I didn’t feel amused.
Espen let out a hiss that almost sounded pained, and then he spun around and stalked out of the room.
I blinked.
That was… not expected.
“Well, shit,” a woman I didn’t know remarked.
“Do you plan on going, or leaving?“ a man asked. He was draped across a large chair on the other side of the room, his light skin looking even brighter than usual in the gleaming moonlight. His hair was dark and fell to his shoulders, his body massive and relaxed.
“We’ll be staying until we’ve convinced my brother to see things my way,” Namir said smoothly, his arm tightening around Diora’s waist. The Shadow King seemed to be studying the man on the other side of the room. “Horvis?”
“At least you remember an old friend,” the other man drawled.
Namir’s lips stretched in an easy grin. “I’m not daft. Of course I remember my brother’s best friend.”
“Better-looking best friend,” Horvis corrected.
