Page 51 of Fae Trials

Elijah spun on his heel and walked around the group of bickering faeries, through the gap between two tables of departing students, and once again out of my life. A pang of pain struck my heart. Not at his departure or his betrayal—he was nothing to me now—but at the lost opportunity to find my sister.

The dining hall emptied, but the princes and the Fated continued to argue their cases with the headmistress.

Prince Rory strolled up to me, his eyes narrowed. “What was that really about?”

“It’s as I said. Your fated mates concocted a plan to humiliate me publicly and knock me out of the trial.”

He leaned down, his eyes boring into mine. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“If I asked that janitor what happened, what would he say?”

“You’ll have to ask him. I only know what I thought was a dream.”

He waved a hand over my face, and all the semen vanished. “A girl as pretty as you shouldn’t stand around looking so besmirched.”

I touched my dry cheek. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

He placed his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up, forcing our eyes to meet. “Next time I get you alone, you’ll wrap those pretty lips around my hard length, and I’ll make you swallow every drop.”

“And if I refuse, you’ll have me executed?” I said, my voice tight.

Prince Rory’s chuckle was low and deep. “When you wake what slumbers within my breeches, you’ll beg to worship my cutlass.”

An image of a curved, gleaming sword popped into my head, making a laugh bubble from my chest. “Cutlass?”

His smug expression morphed into a scowl. “We’ll see if you laugh when I have you on your knees.”

“Dismissed!” The headmistress’s order cut through the chatter.

“Wait!” Prince Caulden raised his hand.

“Yes, Your Highness?” impatience hardened Mistress Ellyllon’s voice.

The blue-haired Winter Court Prince roved his cold gaze up and down my cloak-covered form. “Since you insist on keeping Unity in the trial despite her deplorable conduct, it’s only fair that we all get to assess her…” He wrinkled his nose as though I was the most disgusting creature on the Isle of Fae. “Skills.”

My mouth dropped open. Did Prince Caulden really demand a blowjob?

Lady Salix clapped a hand over her mouth and squeaked.

“What?” Lady Gala screeched.

“And the skills of the other fated, of course,” added Prince Caulden.

“What a splendid idea.” Prince Rory strode up to his brother and clapped him on the back.

Until this moment, Prince August and Prince Bradwell remained stony-faced, but their hard exteriors melted at the thought of us girls competing to suck their dicks.

I glanced at Mistress Ellyllon, pleading with my eyes to tell these entitled assholes that this was a serious contest to the death and not a cheap opportunity to get blowjobs, but she tilted her head to the side, seeming to give the suggestion serious contemplation.

“Headmistress,” snapped Lady Gala. “I must protest. Such acts are beneath my dignity!”

I nodded, for once agreeing with the spoiled faerie.

The headmistress raised her hand in a gesture for silence. “I will allow it, but only among fated couples.”

Lady Salix placed a hand on her chest. “So, I only need to do that with Prince Caulden?”