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“Why are you all agitated?” Besides the obvious fact that they were the largest fae I’d ever laid eyes on.
“I don’t like the beast lord. He’s…difficult.”
“You’ve had dealings with him before?”
He scoffed. “Not dealings. More like received multiple warnings. He’s not friendly.”
We waited silently as they drew closer. Both of them dismounted just beyond the tree. They were both wearing only a hide skirt, demon runes tracking across their broad chests and muscular arms. Both had four, thick spiraling horns. One had silver bands at the base of his horns, the other one—the bigger one—wore gold. Their king.
The chief warrior had black hair and a cool expression, though there was a slight pinch between his brows as he studied me. His yellow eyes practically glowed in the afternoon light. His skin was a tawny brown. The beast lord’s complexion was a deeper shade of bronze, his brown hair shining with auburn highlights in the sun.
Their faces were…unusual. Their jaws were wide, sharp, and square, the noses and mouths jutting forward more than seemed natural. Their foreheads were prominent, holding the largest sets of spiraling horns I’d ever seen. And though theirfacial features indeed matched more beastly features than fae, I couldn’t help but think them strangely handsome. Formidable, powerful fae.
They had no wings like the shadow fae of course, but they both had long tails covered in a fine pelt, tipped with coarse hair. Actually, their bodies were covered in more hair than most fae. I tried not to stare, but it was rather impossible.
The beast lord crossed his arms, his huge biceps bulging, his tail flicking back and forth behind him.
“Lord Redvyr,” said Vallon in greeting. “Chief Bezaliel.”
“What do you want?” asked Lord Redvyr, his deep voice rough and harsh.
No niceties at all then.
“My mate wishes to see her sister who is living with your clan,” Vallon said since I couldn’t seem to get a word out of my mouth.
Lord Redvyr lifted his nose to the air and inhaled, settling his eerie orange eyes on me. He appeared like a very large cat waiting to pounce.
He grunted. “You couldn’t find one of your own, priest? Had to poach on the wood fae?”
Vallon stiffened, his hands curling tighter at my shoulders.
“The gods have bound us to each other,” I said, finally finding my voice. “He did not steal me.”
Well, at first, he did. But I decided not to mention that.
Lord Redvyr’s gaze turned back to me. He arched a superior brow. And while he appeared much less civilized than most fae, I sensed the superiority of his strength and power.
“It’s unnatural,” said the beast lord. “A tiny little wood fae mating with one of those creatures.”
I wanted to laugh, that the beast lord saw Vallon as acreature, not a fae, when most of the world saw the beast fae as the most different of our kind.
“Red,” snapped the chief, his tail now twitching with agitation.
Redvyr rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms. He then propped one hand on the fierce-looking black wolf standing beside him and the other low on his hip as he continued to study us.
“Those things need to stay on their mountain,” he told his chief.
Anger boiled up inside me at his insult. “Are you prejudiced against fae mating another not of their own kind, my lord, or do you simply hate the shadow fae?”
The beast lord’s orange eyes narrowed, his tail flicking more, then he smiled, revealing how long and sharp his canines were. “Feisty little wood fae. Maybe she is her sister.”
“She is,” said the chief. “She matches her description.”
“So my sisterisliving with you.” I tried to take a step forward, but Vallon’s grip tightened, keeping me close to him. “Please. You have to let me see her.”
“You can come, but he cannot,” said Redvyr.
“She goes nowhere without me.” Vallon had said very little and protested not at all until now.
