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mouth, but before he could get any words out, Dark Fae appeared around them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Somewhere in a small cottage …
Rhi wiggled her toes as she gazed at her toenails after another delightful pedicure along with a manicure. This time she chose a bright orange titled A Good Man-darin is Hard to Find, and as usual, her technician had come up with a new design that looked like a feather slanting diagonally along her nails in black and silver.
“I think Jessie has outdone herself,” Rhi said with a smile.
Her mani/pedi times were something she did as often as she liked. There was nothing like having those few precious hours being pampered.
She set her new polish on the shelf with the others, making sure to put it with the other oranges she had. Her collection was never complete. At least not as long as they kept coming out with such great colors.
Rhi stepped back and surveyed her shelf. Some people collected movies, CDs, or figurines. She collected nail polish. Excitement coursed through her as she realized it was just days away before OPI announced their new summer colors.
“Hmm. I may have to get another shelf,” she said with a twist of her lips.
Not that it mattered. She was Fae, a Light Fae to be perfectly clear, and she could acquire anything she wanted. The accord with the Dragon Kings stated that no Fae—Light or Dark—could remain on the realm of Earth for long periods of time. She tended to ignore that fact.
Besides, she wasn’t the only Fae who was breaking the rules. The Dark were infesting Ireland.
Rhi fell back on the mattress of her four-poster bed. The Kings had claimed Scotland while the Fae had chosen Ireland. Frankly, Rhi would have chosen somewhere like Bora Bora or Saint Lucia.
Her smile faded as she thought of the matter at hand—the Dark. They had always been a nuisance to the Light, but they had done the unthinkable by kidnapping a Dragon King.
Kellan couldn’t technically be called a friend, but he was the closest thing she had within the Dragon Kings. It was for him and his mate—Denae—that she had gone into the den of the Dark Fae to help them.
In the process she’d learned the man that had been mentor, friend, and family hadn’t died in the Fae Wars as she had thought. He had turned Dark.
Seeing Balladyn had brought back so many memories, including ones of her Dragon King lover. Though if she were honest, the memories of him were never far from her mind.
Rhi winced as she heard her queen’s shout in her head telling her the Dark were attacking the Dragon Kings.
“Do the idiots have a death wish?” she mumbled as she rose and looked for her new black combat boots. “Didn’t the war with the Kings tell the Dark dumbasses they couldn’t win?”
Rhi finished tying the second shoe as she looked inward, into her mind’s eye to search for Dark Fae in Scotland. As soon as she located them, she used her magic to teleport to the house.
She remained veiled to everyone for a heartbeat as she took in the situation. The Dark outnumbered the Kings three to one, and there were three mortals who joined in with the Dark. By the way Rhys glared at one of the mortals, Rhi suspected the Kings had been … speaking … to the humans before the Dark arrived.
Rhi dropped her veil and materialized, her sword in hand. She spun and ducked beneath Laith’s fist to swing her sword up at the second Dark One fighting Laith.
The blade, forged by the Light in the Fires of Erwar, was a death strike to a Dark. The evil bastard screamed as the metal poisoned his blood and he died a slow, painful death.
She looked up to find Laith staring, his gunmetal eyes holding hers for a second before the battle drew them away.
Rhi moved to her second victim, the feel of battle settling over her quickly and effortlessly. She might have to think on that later after she kicked some Dark Fae ass.
Faces blurred and the yells from battle faded as she focused on one enemy after another while she
CHAPTER SEVEN
Somewhere in a small cottage …
Rhi wiggled her toes as she gazed at her toenails after another delightful pedicure along with a manicure. This time she chose a bright orange titled A Good Man-darin is Hard to Find, and as usual, her technician had come up with a new design that looked like a feather slanting diagonally along her nails in black and silver.
“I think Jessie has outdone herself,” Rhi said with a smile.
Her mani/pedi times were something she did as often as she liked. There was nothing like having those few precious hours being pampered.
She set her new polish on the shelf with the others, making sure to put it with the other oranges she had. Her collection was never complete. At least not as long as they kept coming out with such great colors.
Rhi stepped back and surveyed her shelf. Some people collected movies, CDs, or figurines. She collected nail polish. Excitement coursed through her as she realized it was just days away before OPI announced their new summer colors.
“Hmm. I may have to get another shelf,” she said with a twist of her lips.
Not that it mattered. She was Fae, a Light Fae to be perfectly clear, and she could acquire anything she wanted. The accord with the Dragon Kings stated that no Fae—Light or Dark—could remain on the realm of Earth for long periods of time. She tended to ignore that fact.
Besides, she wasn’t the only Fae who was breaking the rules. The Dark were infesting Ireland.
Rhi fell back on the mattress of her four-poster bed. The Kings had claimed Scotland while the Fae had chosen Ireland. Frankly, Rhi would have chosen somewhere like Bora Bora or Saint Lucia.
Her smile faded as she thought of the matter at hand—the Dark. They had always been a nuisance to the Light, but they had done the unthinkable by kidnapping a Dragon King.
Kellan couldn’t technically be called a friend, but he was the closest thing she had within the Dragon Kings. It was for him and his mate—Denae—that she had gone into the den of the Dark Fae to help them.
In the process she’d learned the man that had been mentor, friend, and family hadn’t died in the Fae Wars as she had thought. He had turned Dark.
Seeing Balladyn had brought back so many memories, including ones of her Dragon King lover. Though if she were honest, the memories of him were never far from her mind.
Rhi winced as she heard her queen’s shout in her head telling her the Dark were attacking the Dragon Kings.
“Do the idiots have a death wish?” she mumbled as she rose and looked for her new black combat boots. “Didn’t the war with the Kings tell the Dark dumbasses they couldn’t win?”
Rhi finished tying the second shoe as she looked inward, into her mind’s eye to search for Dark Fae in Scotland. As soon as she located them, she used her magic to teleport to the house.
She remained veiled to everyone for a heartbeat as she took in the situation. The Dark outnumbered the Kings three to one, and there were three mortals who joined in with the Dark. By the way Rhys glared at one of the mortals, Rhi suspected the Kings had been … speaking … to the humans before the Dark arrived.
Rhi dropped her veil and materialized, her sword in hand. She spun and ducked beneath Laith’s fist to swing her sword up at the second Dark One fighting Laith.
The blade, forged by the Light in the Fires of Erwar, was a death strike to a Dark. The evil bastard screamed as the metal poisoned his blood and he died a slow, painful death.
She looked up to find Laith staring, his gunmetal eyes holding hers for a second before the battle drew them away.
Rhi moved to her second victim, the feel of battle settling over her quickly and effortlessly. She might have to think on that later after she kicked some Dark Fae ass.
Faces blurred and the yells from battle faded as she focused on one enemy after another while she
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