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“We would be happy to once we get the information we require from him.” Norivun’s tone turned low, deadly, and a rumble of his great death affinity undulated through the room.
Bavar shivered and waited for my mate’s aura to calm before saying, “Such an act is entirely against SF protocol. We do not allow citizens to take the law into their own hands.”
“But we’re not citizens of this realm.” Nish’s lip curled. “We’re Solis fae and answer to Solis law. This warlock committed atrocious acts on our soil,notyours.”
Bavar tapped his chin. “Well, that’s not technically true. When you’re on Earth, the SF is the law.However, I do understand your logic, and your reasons for being here are entirely unique. If you did find this warlock before the SF did, what is it you’re hoping to seek from him?”
“We need a confession from him or proof that he worked with King Novakin.” I drummed my fingers on the table. “We must prove that he was conspiring with King Novakin. Until we do, the king’s council will not side with us, and it will be us against the entire Solis race.”
“I see.” Bavar let out a heavy sigh. “And if King Novakin has committed such a heinous act and is also planning to ultimately march upon the Nolus continent, then I do wonder if your roguish request should be allowed. Still, I’m afraid my hands are tied. I cannot make such a decision. I shall need to consult with my superior. If you would please excuse me.”
The tall Nolus commander left the room with a frown upon his face.
Once we were alone, all six of us shook our heads.
“Was it a mistake revealing so much?” I asked the crown prince.
Norivun’s lips thinned. “I hope not. If we’re to work with Major Fieldstone, we must develop trust. If he were to learn that we withheld important information from him, I fear what the consequences would be, especially if our plans go awry and we find ourselves with little to no allies. At the moment, he still stands with us. That counts for something.”
“I agree,” Sandus piped in. “We’ve risked a lot simply by venturing here, but without that warlock and proof of what the king’s done, we’ve reached a standstill. It will be our word against the king’s, even with the recording of the Isalee field. We wouldn’t win.”
“Indeed.” Ryder canted his head. “We need the king’s council in agreement with us. For that, we need the warlock, and since none of us have a tracking affinity and this realm is so bizarre, I’m in agreement that seeking the Fire Wolf is our only option. We made the right decision by coming to Bavar and revealing what we have.”
Haxil and Nish also voiced similar beliefs just before the door opened, and Bavar entered with a male who was entirelyother. He was an older supernatural with graying hair and rounded ears. He definitely wasn’t fae, not even a glamoured one given his aura, and since his build was large and his aura incredibly strong while distinctively different from a fairy’s, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was that species Haxil had told me of—a werewolf.
All six of us stood, bringing a fist to our chests before bowing.
The male stopped short and gave Bavar a side-eye, then mimicked our actions.
After the formality finished, Bavar gestured toward the chairs again. “This is General McCloy, the man who leads our organization. Please sit, and let’s discuss.”
General McCloy listened patiently aswe reviewed our reasons for venturing to his realm and what we hoped to achieve. And as the minutes ticked past, we all discussed and eventually compromised on the best way to handle this situation.
The general agreed that we could interrogate the warlock if we found him, but once that was finished, he insisted the Supernatural Forces take over. Essentially, we wouldn’t be murdering the dark sorcerer. The SF would take that responsibility.
“Shall we seal this decision with a fairy bargain?” Norivun asked as we all stood.
The general shook his head. “That’s not necessary. The SF always honors its word.”
“I see.” Norivun nodded curtly.
The general placed his hands on his hips. “We’ll be monitoring your movements, and remember, it’s imperative that you hide your whereabouts from the humans. I must insist that you all wear glamours.” He eyed our wings, his eyes lingering even longer on mine. I’d released them again while Bavar had been gone. “Are you all able to retract your wings?”
“Only I can,” I replied, and in a whisper of magic, I calmed my angel affinity. My wings disappeared from existence in a rush of magic.
The general’s eyes widened.
“Ours are permanent, not created by an affinity,” the crown prince explained. “However, hiding them and our fae appearance isn’t a problem.” A light dustingof my mate’s magic puffed out of him, and the feel of his illusion affinity clouded around me and drifted toward the guards. When it dissipated, the prince bowed. “Done.”
The general blinked, and his mouth slackened.
Haxil grinned as he glanced at Sandus, Ryder, and Nish. “You all have rounded ears and no wings.” He laughed. “And your clothes are rather odd. ’Tis most amusing looking. Who would have thought you’d all appear so plain?”
In addition to hiding our fae appearance, the prince had crafted our clothing to resemble what the Fire Wolf had worn. The strange pants with pockets on our backsides covered all of our legs, and simple tops concealed our upper halves.
“How do I look?” I asked. I could see my clothing, but even though the style had changed, the feeling of it had not.
Norivun smirked, then arched an eyebrow. “You’re as beautiful as ever. You hardly look different at all.” He curled a lock of black hair around my ear. I touched the tip. My fingers still encountered the delicate point of a fae ear. “Is it hidden?”
