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My breath hitches as he pushes my legs apart. Yes, I think I’ll let him prove it to me.
There’s a knock on the main door of Amell’s suite. “Your Highness,” Calix calls out, loudly enough we can hear him here in the bedroom.
Amell sighs, pulling his hand away. He rolls from me, removing the soft cover of his wings, but he pulls the sheets up over us. “You may enter.”
Calix enters with his head bowed, eyes pinned to the floor. “Your Highness… you have a visitor.”
“Important enough to disturb me?”
The growl in Amell’s voice has Calix’s head snapping upward with fearful eyes. “I believe so, Your Unparalleled Exaltedness.”
I stifle a giggle as Amell’s lips flatten. “Who would that be?”
“Your daughter. Thalia is here to see you, along with her husband and uncle.”
Amell bolts out of the bed but not before I see the pure elation on his face. I’ve never seen him look so happy, and it sparks joy inside me. Part of me has always felt a little sorry that Amell has such an immensely important job with little reward.
It seems lonely.
Calix averts his eyes again, given that Amell is gloriously naked with his wings spread, feathers rustling and settling, rustling and settling.
That’s his tell for when he’s happy.
“Please show them to the receiving room,” Amell instructs. “I’ll be there imminently.”
Calix nods, bows, and backs out of the bedroom. We hear the door to the suite open and close.
Amell strides to his closet and quickly dresses. He starts for the door and halts, turning my way. He’s forgotten about me, and it pinches a little.
It’s clear I’m only an afterthought when he says, “You can head to the kitchens, Nyssa.”
I nod. “Of course.”
I get a brief but distracted smile, and he’s gone.
Flopping onto my back, I release a long sigh and take stock of my feelings. I shouldn’t be so hurt to be dismissed so easily. I learned long ago to keep my expectations low with other people, and I need to remember to do the same with Amell.
I must learn to accept what I’m given because anything more than the Crimson River is a gift.
And I need to be satisfied that Amell has agreed to let Will go. It might not happen today or even tomorrow, but I vow I won’t let him forget his promise.
I bathe and dress in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt—again, another nice thing Amell did for me. I tie my hair up into a ponytail and head toward the kitchens.
The castle’s main hall bustles as normal with Dark Fae. Some stand around talking while others walk to a particular destination. I’ve learned not to be startled by fae blinking in and out as they bend distance to travel.
I’ve become confident enough to walk with my head up rather than ducked down, trying to avoid notice. I’ve been given a wide berth since Amell threw that incubus into the river.
So I’m a bit shocked when I hear a female voice demand, “Human… come here.”
I turn, searching the crowd. I’m not the only human who works in the castle, so the command might not be for me.
But then I see her, and I know it’s me.
Truett’s sister, Sorcha, is twenty feet away, crooking her finger.
She’s incredibly beautiful, same as Truett. It doesn’t matter that her skin is blue or her hair almost white, she’s still stunning. She wears what looks to be camel-colored leather pants with boots, and a coat with long tails. It’s unbuttoned, and the shirt under is tight across an ample bosom and cut low to show cleavage. Her platinum hair is plaited away from her face but falls in long waves over her shoulders and down her back.
I glance around, though I’m not sure for what. I have no clue if I have to obey her. I think not, but I don’t know if she’d do something if I refuse to go to her.
