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“You don’t know about Agnan?” he asked again skeptically. “How did that dark fae know about you?”
The name sent a rush of icy chills through me, but it conjured nothing in my mind. Again, I shook my head.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I really don’t know. I wish I could help.”
He cast me a lopsided smirk. “You have—in a way. We know that they’re looking for you. Although, I don’t know why she called you Mousie.”
I blushed furiously and stared at the ground. “I think I can shift into a mouse,” I admitted. “But I haven’t tried since…” I shrugged. “I don’t think I know how.”
He grimaced and shook his head. “You’re really full of surprises, aren’t you, Mirielle?”
He pursed his lips. “The question is, are they after you to harm you?”
Another shudder rocked through my frame.
Or what? If they’re not after me, what’s the alternative?
Zen moved toward the door abruptly, and I stared after him desperately. “Where are you going?”
“You need your rest,” he told me gruffly, his tone changing. “Stay here. It’s clearly dangerous for you out there.”
He gestured vaguely toward the door, but I couldn’t be sure if he meant the castle or the world in general. “You can ask the guards if you need anything. Food, coffee, a phone charger, whatever. I believe my mother kept a mini fridge somewhere in here. It might be stocked with alcohol, if I remember, but if you require anything—”
Dread overcame me as I realized that he meant to keep me here indefinitely.
“Oh, please,” I begged, cutting him off, but hating the pleading in my words.
He stopped and looked at me in confusion. “What is it?”
I faltered, truly embarrassed now, but I needed to say it. “I’d rather not be alone.”
He hesitated, but only imperceivably.
“I have matters to attend to,” he told me, but I swore I saw a glint of compassion in his eyes. “The guards are right outside. You have nothing to be afraid of.”
“It’s not that I’m afraid…”
He turned away like he didn’t want to hear my next words. The doors opened, and he stopped, one foot in the hall.
“We’ll talk more tomorrow when both our…” He hesitated, locking eyes with one of his personal guards, and I caught a look between them. “Our heads are clearer.”
He closed the doors behind him, but I heard the muffled sound of talking from the other side. I pressed my ear against the wood, eager to listen, to know where he was in such a rush to run off to.
“Get the car. I want to go to Harbinger’s tonight,” Zen told one of them. “Bring it through the back. I don’t want Cyndella to know I’m gone.”
“Right away, Alpha.”
What was Harbinger’s?
I considered it had something to do with this attack, these dark faeries who had come in a storm of the castle, fearless and without regard for their own mortality.
Whatever Harbinger’s was, I had every intention of finding out. If the king was leaving the castle, so was I. I’d just have to be a little more covert than him.
Chapter8
Zen
Heading out of the castle for the night was one of the only ways to clear my mind when the endless bouts of insomnia struck. They were more frequent as of late, sleep an impossibility when I was constantly on high alert. My best bet was to wear myself out by whatever means possible.
