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"Maybe they stuck around to enjoy the beach, or the Autumn Court hospitality?" Vayne suggested. "I hear their spiced coffee is tasty."
"It is," I agreed. "I've always thought it was odd you could only get it there. It's the perfect winter beverage. Well, apart from this." I drank down the last of my whiskey.
"I can think of something tastier than that to drink," Tavian said, giving me a sly smile.
"I'm sure you can," I said. So could I. That thought made my cock harden. Not the drinking but the being drunk from.
"Let me know if they turn up. If that doesn't happen in the next couple of days, send someone after them." While I couldn't and didn't claim ownership of, or responsibility for, the assassins, they were still my people. If something happened to them, I wanted to know.
Tavian nodded. "Should we hold off sending anyone else there in the meantime?"
I considered that question while I leaned over to place my empty glass on the table in front of me.
"No," I said eventually. "Issue a warning to any of them thinking of taking a job there or in another of the courts. It might be nothing, but it might also be significant to everything else that's been going on recently. If they don't turn up shortly, we can reconsider."
Vayne leaned forward. "Can I recommend we close our borders? If this really is a matter of concern, we might be better off not letting anyone in or out."
"Then people will wonder why," I reasoned. "They might start to think we're up to something."
"Weareup to something," Vayne said.
"Then they might start to pay attention to what we're up to," I said. "We need to keep a low profile if we can. The Winter Court is known for keeping ourselves out of other people's business, unless it's absolutely necessary. Let's keep up the appearance of doing that, for as long as we can."
I placed my elbows on my thighs and rested my head on my hands. "But quietly increase patrols along the border. If anyone thinks to incur on them, I want to know about it."
Vayne nodded. "Consider it done."
"The sooner we get in and out of the Summer Court, the better," I said with a heavy sigh.
"Who in their right mind would want eternal summer anyway?" Tavian asked.
"I suspect the right mind part might be precisely the point here," I told him. "I like being warm as much as the next Fae, but not to the detriment of all the land around us. That would be worse than eternal winter."
"Think how powerful you'd be if it was always winter," Tavian said.
"Not very powerful if I starve to death," I pointed out. "The idea is insanity. The seasons exist for a reason. It's all about balance."
"You know," Vayne drawled, "I heard that in some parts of the world there are only two. Wet and dry."
I grunted. "What a choice. High Lord of Dry or—"
Tavian laughed. "High Lord of Wet. I vote for that."
I shook my head and grinned. "I could do worse."
"Until some asshole comes along and decides to make it permanently dry," Vayne said.
"That would without doubt, very much suck," I said. "I don't think anyone is that insane."
"Hopefully not," Tavian agreed. He was still grinning, on the verge of laughter.
I rolled my eyes, but the idea was amusing. I cocked an eyebrow at Vayne.
"Who rules in the lands of wet and dry?"
He shrugged. "Far as I know, they have kings and queens, but I don't know for certain. Would you like me to launch an expedition to find out?"
I sighed. "As much as I'd like to say yes, I have to decline. For now at least. When all of this is over and we’re back to being idle Fae, maybe we can think about that."
