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“I don’t know. It could simply mean we must end the wars between dark and light.”
“But the war is over,” I told him.
“That does not mean all of Lumeria or Northgall will accept this truce. This peace. There is always someone ready and willing to lead another fight.” Then he heaved a sigh, taking my hand, and led me back to the pool. “The gods will give us the answers when they are ready.”
“Then we must find the next text and discover what they want.”
“I don’t fucking like it.” He stopped at the edge of the icy pool and slipped in first, reaching up to help me in. “You were in pain when you swallowed the words.”
I stepped down into the water with a shiver and slipped my arms around his neck, not yet ready to take the plunge back under, needing his warmth and comfort for a moment longer.
“I was, but I think that’s only normal when a fae takes in that sort of power. I feel fine now. Better than fine.” My wings flickered at my back. “And for a moment, I could fly. This is right, Goll. Whatever this is. We must follow the path through to the end.”
“Let’s return to Näkt Mir and get you warm and fed. Then we can take a look at your book again to see exactly where the other two are.”
Bracing myself for more of his foul temper, I nodded. I was absolutely certain Goll wouldn’t like it.
Chapter 32
UNA
“I don’t fucking like it.”Goll glowered down at my book spread out on the conference table. “Where the Meer-wolf reigns,” he repeated the last of the prophecy.
“So we’re heading into beast fae territory,” said Morgolith.
Bozlyn studied the prophecy closer, the book in his lap. He sat before the fire in the war room yet again where we’d convened after Goll and I had bathed, eaten, and rested.
Interestingly, I wasn’t tired. Rather, I was invigorated by the ability to fly yet again. Well, sort of. I could fly in short bursts.
“It appears the next text is written in someone’s blood,” advised Bozlyn. “Perhaps a Meer-wolf.”
“The gods and their fucking riddles,” grumbled Soryn. “Why not just tell us directly what they want?Go here and find this.No, we have to decipher these bloody riddles.”
Goll and Soryn were both in a temper. Neither were happy about venturing into beast fae territory. Goll’s foul look focused on me, and for a moment I thought he’d go back on his word andrefuse to take me again. But he said not a word, stewing in his own thoughts.
“You’ll have to go to their king in Vanglosa,” said Morgolith. “They won’t allow us to roam around their land unguarded.”
Confused, I asked Goll, “They won’t allow their king to go where he wants?”
There were a few sighs and shared looks. But it was Goll who said, “The dark fae are not like the light. In Issos, the royals in Valla Lokkyr ruled all of Lumeria. And while I, the wraith king, do speak for and rule the civilized world of Northgall, as well as Lumeria, the beast and shadow fae count themselves separate from us.”
“I thought”—I stumbled over my words a little—“I thought the dark fae were united in this realm.”
“We are not, I’m afraid.” Bozlyn shook his gray-haired head before returning back to my book, flipping the pages. “Never have been.”
“So will they attack us if we go onto their land?” Panic spiked at the thought of having to fight our way through beast fae land. Goll had said they were unfriendly, not truly enemies.
“No,” answered Goll. “But we’ll have to deal with that bastard of a beast lord.”
Soryn grumbled a curse under his breath, then, “I hate that fae.”
Keffa laughed. “He doesn’t like us either. Best go to the armory and find a gift to bribe our passage into Meerland.”
“Mizrah?” Bozlyn was frowning down at the book. “Where did this prophecy come from?”
I stood and walked over to lean over his shoulder. “Oh. That one actually was given to me personally, strangely enough.”
“Given to you?” asked Goll. “You said that you’d collected them from the temple in Issos.”
