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I finally found Zen, chatting with the King of Ironhelm. King Cade beamed at me, bowing cordially as Zen turned to me, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek.
“There is my queen,” Zen sighed happily, slipping his arm around me. “Endora said you were looking for me.”
Had I told her that? I was too tired to remember.
“Excuse me, Alpha,” I said to Alpha King Cade. “Might I borrow my king for a moment?”
“Please,” King Cade agreed, turning to his companion and kissing her on the cheek.
“What’s wrong, Miri?” Zen asked when we were out of earshot. “You seem a little peaked.”
“I really wish everyone would stop telling me that,” I said grouchily.
“You’re still the most beautiful fae in the room,” he cooed, nuzzling my neck, and I laughed, slipping my arms around his neck.
“Will you still feel that way if I leave this party?” I whispered in his ear.
He drew back, frowning. “What? Really?” Worry shadowed his face. “Are you okay?”
“I might be coming down with something. Maybe I’ll have one of the healers look me over.”
“I’ll send Jorga up right away,” Zen agreed. “I’ll come up, too.”
“Oh, darling, no!” I begged. “You can’t leave your own party.”
“They won’t miss me for a few minutes. They’re too busy drinking, eating, and flirting, anyway. Did you see my sister? Even she’s getting into it.”
“I’m glad she’s coming out of her shell.”
Zen embraced me and kissed the top of my head.
“I’m getting Jorga, and I’ll meet you upstairs. I’ll have Landon escort you up.”
I didn’t bother arguing, the waves of dizziness getting to be a bit much now. The last thing I needed was to be stranded on the steps by myself.
I had Landon take me through the back stairs, and we got to the royal floor without incident. He remained outside, and a few minutes later, Jorga and Zen arrived.
“How are you feeling, Little Mouse?” he asked, joining me on the bed.
“You really don’t need to make a big fuss—”
A puff of smoke flooded the space between us, and Endora appeared unceremoniously in our spot, separating us.
“Really, Endora?” I grumbled.
“You don’t need her,” Endora chortled gleefully, pointing at the healer.
Jorga shifted her weight uncomfortably.
“I’m here now, I might as well—” the healer started to say, but the enchantress cut her off.
“I already know what’s wrong with her,” Endora interrupted.
I groaned loudly. “Then why didn’t you just say something instead of dragging the poor fae all the way up here?”
“Because I needed this one up here, too!” She plopped on the bed, her grin as wide as her face, creeping me out slightly.
“Endora…” Zen said warningly as Jorga gasped.
