Page 67 of The Fallen Fae King

Daire flushes.

I massage my arms, feeling my strength return to me by slow degrees.

When I glance up at the sky, blood-red inexorably creeps over the moon’s pale face.

“You can manipulate Relius, right?” I move my ankles in circles, as my numb feet tingle. “You must do because you believe that you can manipulate me, and on my heart, you’re right. You only tricked me because I allowed myself to be. I wished that our happy nest was real…that I had discovered an Omega and sweet pet from the Shadow Court…so much that I didn’t trust my gut. Your lives rely on tonight, however, and the ritual being correct. At a time when I am at my weakest, I may have taken more blood than strictly necessary because I couldn’t allow the most powerful fae in the realms to be at his strongest.”

I expect Daire’s expression to harden.

I expect rejection of my scheme.

Instead, Daire’s wings flap, and he struggles to sit straighter.

“I see how it is.” He appears delighted. “You finally see me, aye? How dangerous I am. How much of a threat.”

Relieved, I bare my sharp canines. “Your blood tasted like eternal life. I wish that I could never have stopped drinking.”

“You have the sweetest pillow talk.”

Freya throws up her hands. “I give up. You two deserve each other.”

Daire laughs. “Likely.”

She jabs him in the chest with her finger. “He could have killed you.”

Daire shrugs. “Unlikely. I trust him.”

I stare at him in surprise, blushing.

How can he make me feel like this?

“I should have told you before.” I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and my two demonic lions prowl to block me, as if I would run from my fate down the rocky path that leads away from the Void Pyramids.

My heart hurts at the excitement I can feel from my two closest companions. Shadow and Devil are eager to return to their home, the Void. They have been waiting eagerly for tonight.

It is their beginning, rather than their end.

Everything began with the Void.

Everything will end with the Void.

Tonight, Shadow and Devil complete their mission to return one of the royal line of the House of Sin with them.

They let out a warning roar.

“What?” Daire cocks his head.

I keep my gaze fixed on the space above my head, which is an equal distance between the gleaming tips of the three pyramids.

I can sense something primal shifting in the air. It presses down on me.

I swallow.

It’s coming.

Almost time.

I press my claws into my knees; if I don’t tell him now, then I will never have the chance to. “I should have told you how much I admire you as a warrior. You are not a courtesan nor a pet. We fight well together. In the Crocodile House, it was like we had been born to battle together with our animals side by side.”