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The Winter fae all stood up, but I had no intention of leaving. Not yet. This was the most fun I’d had since arriving in Talamh— since I could last remember if I was being honest.
I lifted my golden flute, my hand waving as the world tilted around me, signaling for Dallas’s friend to refill it again since he’d placed the golden pitcher out of my reach.
“Of course, Your Highness,” he cooed, lifting the pitcher.
Then, the most intoxicating smell swirled around me—crisp, clean snow.
“She’s had enough,” King Kieran said coldly. He took the flute from my hand and set it on the table. “We all need to be presentable in the morning.”
“We’re talking about Earth!” I reached for my flute, refusing to let him control me, but I missed it.
Huh. That was strange. He must have been using magic voodoo on me.
Refusing to admit defeat, I reached for it again, but it disappeared.
My head jerked toward him. He held it in his hand once more.
The prick.
“Stop using your fast fae juju on me.” I exhaled, my stomach so full of drink and food that I feared someone might be forced to roll me out of here. “And just move like a damn person.”
King Kieran sighed. “I don’t know what juju is, so I can promise I did nothing of the sort. Now, let me help you to your room so you’ll have time to sleep this off before tomorrow.”
I snorted. “Like I would trust you. You’re the Winter King.”
“You’re right. You shouldn’t trust me, nor should you trust the people sitting before you.” He set the flute back on the table and slid my seat out with me still in it. “Stand up and let’s go.”
Dallas’s friend shot to his feet. “I can take her.” He took my hand, pulling me to my feet.
The world tilted, and I realized I was drunk.
No.
Plastered.
How the fuck had that happened? I always stayed away from anything that dulled my senses … well, except for the Halloween party drink, and look where that had landed me.
“There’s no need, Curry,” King Kieran said, shoving him into the window behind me. “I can take her from here.”
“I’m fine.” I needed to get to my room by myself. I didn’t need them to see how bad off I was. “I’ll go there myself.” I took my first step, and I fell.
I braced myself for impact.
Instead, strong, muscular arms wrapped around my back and belly and pulled me against a brick-hard chest. Heat flooded my body, especially between my legs. That wasn’t normal. It had to be due to the alcohol in my system.
A cool breath hit the back of my neck, followed by a low growl.
Holy shit. If I thought I’d been hot before, I was now a fucking inferno about to combust. And he wasn’t even touching me inappropriately. Clearly, I needed to get laid and fast. And not by him … unless?—
“Are you going to try to stand again?” His breath hit my ear.
Oh, right. I was leaning into him, not even trying to move away. Enemies and competitors shouldn’t want to touch each other. I needed to remember Maeve’s words before it was too late.
With as much dignity as I could muster, I straightened and took slow, steady steps toward the door. It was tricky. The floor kept moving on me.
“You all should be ashamed of yourselves,” King Kiernan muttered as he followed behind me.
“I … I didn’t do that to her,” the woman with the cinnamon hair stuttered.
