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“Of course not. I’m just wondering what I’m getting myself and my Shadows into.”
“It’s my daughter. She’s not healing. The iron shackles on her wrists are spelled with something I’ve never seen and I can’t get them off. The sanctuary I seek is for her. And … and I’ve heard your mate has magic that can bring back those who are near death.”
“What happened?” Draven asked.
Rage ruddied the Fae’s complexion. “Sersha happened.”
Shit. Not good. Not good at all.
Draven quietly cursed. “Is the Fae Queen still alive?”
“For now.”
“She wasn’t at the Keep when we arrived,” Kol clarified.
The female made a faint choking sound. Droplets of blood landed on Brokk’s arm. No longer able to control my actions, I stepped forward once more. This time Draven moved his whole body and I walked straight into his back. Phalen took a hint and grabbed my arm with both hands.
“I’ll thank you to keep your aggression away from my family, Casimir,” Brokk’s even voice warned, heating the air between us.
“She needs medical attention,” I responded curtly before Draven could say anything. “I only meant to take her directly to our healer.”
Brokk finally stood. “If the Shadow Lord is granting my request, I’ll gladly follow.”
I could practically feel the wheels spinning inside Draven’s head. Brokk wasn’t a threat to us, but we were about to grant sanctuary to someone who’d apparently angered the Queen of the Fae. There could be consequences, the kind diplomacy alone couldn’t fix.
If this female was my mate, Draven would help me keep her safe. It didn’t mean he was crazy about increasing the risk of danger at Embour. I was confident we could figure out an angle for dealing with Sersha later. I’d take Brokk’s daughter away from here, hide her if necessary.
“Then let us hurry,” Draven answered after a brief hesitation. “Phalen, go ahead and inform Hugo he’s getting a new patient who will need special attention and have him send someone onto the ship for the two Shadows aboard. Then please inform my mate of what’s happening and meet us in the infirmary.”
Draven glanced at me before adding, “Go ahead and call back the Shadows Cas sent out this morning. And find Kree. I have a feeling we’ll need her.”
Yes, Kree could help.She and Lyric both had incredible healing powers. I was confident they could fix almost anything.
So why did it feel like the world had just grabbed me by the throat and was about to end me?
Brokk Ulrik and his son, Kol
Chapter 7
Casimir
As we hustled up the path to Embour, soldiers closed in and lined up on both sides. Brokk stiffened beside me but said nothing, his focus intent on his daughter. Kol was on his other side, alert. And still shoeless.
When we skirted the outer wall instead of entering through the south gate, I frowned. Draven wasn’t taking us into the citadel’s medical space, where the Shadow Lord’s family and Council were tended. He was leading us to the Shadow Army’s infirmary, a small building outside of the protective wall, closer to the barracks.
It was the right call. It was the right procedure. It was pissing me right off. I jogged up to Draven who was a few steps ahead.
I glanced back at the female before saying, “We’ll have more privacy inside Embour.”
“Not your call, Cas.”
I bristled. As head of Embour’s security, it absolutelywasmy call. Unwilling to argue with him in front of the Ulriks, I dropped my mental shield and projected loudly.
Draven shook his head. “I don’t think we have anything inside there that can cut through iron, much less spelled iron. Hugo will have more appropriate tools and medicines in the main medical ward and more space to work.”
If I’d been thinking clearly, I’d have come to the same decision. I didn’t bother with a reply. Our destination was now in sight.
Compared to the surrounding structures, the infirmary was small. Externally, like many buildings in the Otherland, it looked like a compact medieval stone manor. Inside was a different story.
