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I can’t give her up. Not yet.
Maybe not ever...
Twenty-One
London
There’sa shift in the air. A bad one.
Tonight, dinner is being served in the same hall as it has been since I arrived, but this time, not only is the entire councilmen table empty, the Royal Family’s table is too. Or almost anyway.
Queen Cosima is here.
She sits alone in the center chair; the chair Knight has occupied every day but today.
It's not the fact that she’s the only one here that has me on edge, it’s the way she stares solely at me.
Every few moments, there’s this prickling feeling in my mind, as if she’s trying to break down a barrier, one I had no idea I had thrown up, but I’m beginning to think I might not have to.
The defensive spells all Gifted are required to learn that help keep others out to prevent persuasion is a simple one, but I think Zeke was right in his assumption. I think I have a shield of some sort, because there is no way the bit of magic I’ve come to learn could keep the strength of a Queen out of my head.
What’s even stranger?
She's not the only one staring.
The girls all share whispers as they look at me, and the server’s hands shake each time they appear at my side to fill my glass or place my food before me.
They jump when I thank them and when they disappear into the air, the hint of rotten cider fills the air, fear.
Theyfearme.
But why?
Because I saved mine and Zeke’s asses the other night? I hardly did a damn thing, and these people are shifters and Fae and shit. How scary can I possibly seem?
Wait. He said the Fae is no longer here, and I realize then the pink-haired girl is gone.
I lean over, taking my chances and whispering to the black-haired chick. “Where are the Lords?”
Her creepy grey eyes snap my way, narrowing. She stares for a moment then flicks her attention to the left before bringing them back. “They were here when I walked in. They got a call and then all four ran out of here.”
“You would know that if you were ever on time.” My attention snaps past the dark-haired chick to findAlex.
The moment my eyes meet hers, she cowers, shoulders lifting as she abruptly faces forward once more.
I flip her off, even though she’s not looking, and go back to eating. Just as my teeth sink into a freshly cut strawberry, the dark-haired girl’s voice reaches my ears.
“They know who you are.” Her words are like a wind’s whisper and my head snaps in her direction.
A frown crosses my brow when I spot her with a mouthful, her attention pointed at the empty table ahead.
What the hell...
“Stop looking at me,” she says then, and my head whips forward.
The Queen narrows her eyes and I quickly drop mine to my plate.
The girl's lips part slightly, and it’s her voice I’m hearing, but it seems no one else can tell. I force myself to take another bite, waiting for more.
