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All three tittered. Tikka and Geta zipped to either side of Zu in front of me, floating in the air, their wings humming as they hovered.
“You are the one we’ve been waiting for,” assured Zu.
“Yes, yes,” chimed Geta.
Tikka nodded. “Pretty dark fae lady.”
“Pretty black wings,” added Geta.
“You must come with us now.” Zu flew slowly toward the pool of water surrounding the waterfall.
I gestured to Goll. “May I bring my king with me?”
Though they seemed harmless now, I was still a little afraid of them. Goll would protect me.
“No, no,” said Zu, crossing her arms. “Kings are greedy things.”
“Selfish things,” added Geta.
“Mean things,” chimed in Tikka.
The three flew ahead, waving for me to follow. I hesitated.
“What—?” Goll started to ask me a question, but he stopped speaking when I took his hand in mine, his gaze on our joined hands.
“Ladies!” I called to them. “May I bring…my mate?”
The three sprites gasped in unison. Tikka shot toward me. I flinched, but she went directly to my right shoulder and sniffed.
“She has a bite, Zu.” Then she flew closer to Goll and sniffed his chest. “Yes, it is him.”
“Well, then,” Zu said, seemingly annoyed. “I suppose we have to.”
“Too bad it wasn’t that one.” Tikka grinned and pointed to Soryn, waggling her purple eyebrows.
“Come along,” shouted Zu, now at the water’s edge, close to the waterfall, hovering over the water’s surface.
“Sorry,” I told Keffa and glanced at Soryn. “They’ll only allow us to go.”
Keffa nodded soberly. “We’ll wait.”
I kept hold of Goll’s hand as we joined them at the waterfall. The three sprites dove beneath the surface.
I smiled at Goll who was still scowling. I wondered if he was thinking what I was, that I was right. He couldn’t have done this without me. But then his question surprised me.
“How do you know the ancient tongue?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
He pulled me to a stop to face him at the water’s edge. “You were speaking a language I don’t even know. A very old demon dialect. I only recognized a word here and there.”
Shaking my head, I said, “What are you talking about?”
“Una,” he said softly. “You were speaking the oldest language of the dark fae. My tutors taught me a few words when I was a boy before I went to the Gall Guild to train as a warrior. But no one can speak it. It’s a language of the gods. Some sprites and nymphs still speak it since they’ve been around that long. And a few gifted seers.”
Zu popped her little yellow head out of the water. “You must get in.”
I tapped into my magick, the thread burning bright. Magick was pulsing through me. When I listened intently to her words, I realized they weren’t high fae at all. Just like Goll had said they were different than anything I’d ever heard. Or spoken. But to me, they felt like a second language. Like I’d always known them.
