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She’s suffering and needs healing.”
Tanith looks mildly interested. “Who is the child’s father?”
“A Lycan noble, the eldest son of the Alpha Prime, Athan Bonvillian.”
Play up the royal angle.
“An illegitimate half Lycan? I doubt my Amalia would want me to claim such a creature in her name.” Tanith sneers disdainfully.
“She’s Royal Red. She’s her mother’s mirror,” I plead.
“She has no place here. Neither do you.”
Thank goodness for small favors. I wouldn’t want to fit in around here.
She dismisses me. I look at my mother, but she won't make eye contact. Fine. I will find help elsewhere.
Kiril steers me out of the throne room with a hand on my shoulder. Out of hearing distance, he says to me, “I’m sorry, Winter. I had hoped her love for Amalia might make a difference. In my heart, I knew Mother would never go for it.” He’s saddened by his own admission.
“I was stupid to think she would care.”
“Shh! Not so loud! Do you want to die?” Kiril pulls me quickly away from prying ears.
“Why did you get me the hearing? You don’t expect me to believe you care what happens to the little girl?” I ask him sarcastically.
“You don’t know nearly as much as you would like to think you do. Mother is right, she has no place here. Doesn’t mean she should die. You’re Fae on both sides, but your dual court status makes you unpopular. What kind of life would a half Lycan child endure here? Amalia had a kind heart. She wouldn’t condemn her own child.”
He’s right, damn it.
“I barely remember Amalia,” I whisper. “She was kind to me. I remember she would sing to me when I was afraid at night. Mother berated her for it, but she didn’t care.”
“She was a sweet woman and she paid a price for it. No one treated her right. She was too easy to take advantage of. My sister’s mistake is how I learned if you are soft in Fairy, you will be a victim.” Kiril looks at the floor pensively.
“You should come meet your niece.”
“I can’t. If she really does look just like Amalia, I can’t. Seek out the vampire doctor, he knows many things. He’s been around damn near as long as rocks.”
Vampires? Does he want to get me killed?!
“They won’t see me. They hate the Fae almost as much as the Fae hate them.”
“And with good reason. Here, take this,” he mutters as he slips a tome into my coat pocket.
I chuckle. “A book? Since when do you carry books around?”
Kiril isn’t the studious type. He’s more the handsome playboy without an intelligent thought in his head.
“Since I figured my mother wouldn’t lift a finger to help the ailing child of my dearly departed sister. Are you always such a smartass? I’ll work on a backup plan just in case. If you ever tell anyone I gave you the book, I will swear I never saw it in my life. You’ll be executed if they learn you have it. Guard it well. After you read it, you will know how to get an audience with the Doctor.”
CHAPTER 10
Varian
I love fairies. For dinner. Most vampires think Fae blood tastes like shit. They avoid it at all costs. It isn’t bad, a bit off compared to other species. The flavor isn’t what I like. The magic is. I can feel the magic humming inside as I drink. Truth is I fucking despise Fairies. Pain in the ass is all they are.
This one at the door is hot especially with that pastel purple hair. Which court does she belong to with hair such a color? Winter Court is all the blondes with a smattering of brunettes. Summer court only has damn redhead twits and raven headed Fae.
The first Fae I ever fed off didn’t survive. Purely by accident. I was young and still learning my strength. She was a red head. Caused quite a ruckus when I took the body home. I was being a gentleman, bringing back their stinking carcass and they try to kill me. Turns out dinner was actually some sort of princess. Damn, there are over fifty princesses. Were they really
Tanith looks mildly interested. “Who is the child’s father?”
“A Lycan noble, the eldest son of the Alpha Prime, Athan Bonvillian.”
Play up the royal angle.
“An illegitimate half Lycan? I doubt my Amalia would want me to claim such a creature in her name.” Tanith sneers disdainfully.
“She’s Royal Red. She’s her mother’s mirror,” I plead.
“She has no place here. Neither do you.”
Thank goodness for small favors. I wouldn’t want to fit in around here.
She dismisses me. I look at my mother, but she won't make eye contact. Fine. I will find help elsewhere.
Kiril steers me out of the throne room with a hand on my shoulder. Out of hearing distance, he says to me, “I’m sorry, Winter. I had hoped her love for Amalia might make a difference. In my heart, I knew Mother would never go for it.” He’s saddened by his own admission.
“I was stupid to think she would care.”
“Shh! Not so loud! Do you want to die?” Kiril pulls me quickly away from prying ears.
“Why did you get me the hearing? You don’t expect me to believe you care what happens to the little girl?” I ask him sarcastically.
“You don’t know nearly as much as you would like to think you do. Mother is right, she has no place here. Doesn’t mean she should die. You’re Fae on both sides, but your dual court status makes you unpopular. What kind of life would a half Lycan child endure here? Amalia had a kind heart. She wouldn’t condemn her own child.”
He’s right, damn it.
“I barely remember Amalia,” I whisper. “She was kind to me. I remember she would sing to me when I was afraid at night. Mother berated her for it, but she didn’t care.”
“She was a sweet woman and she paid a price for it. No one treated her right. She was too easy to take advantage of. My sister’s mistake is how I learned if you are soft in Fairy, you will be a victim.” Kiril looks at the floor pensively.
“You should come meet your niece.”
“I can’t. If she really does look just like Amalia, I can’t. Seek out the vampire doctor, he knows many things. He’s been around damn near as long as rocks.”
Vampires? Does he want to get me killed?!
“They won’t see me. They hate the Fae almost as much as the Fae hate them.”
“And with good reason. Here, take this,” he mutters as he slips a tome into my coat pocket.
I chuckle. “A book? Since when do you carry books around?”
Kiril isn’t the studious type. He’s more the handsome playboy without an intelligent thought in his head.
“Since I figured my mother wouldn’t lift a finger to help the ailing child of my dearly departed sister. Are you always such a smartass? I’ll work on a backup plan just in case. If you ever tell anyone I gave you the book, I will swear I never saw it in my life. You’ll be executed if they learn you have it. Guard it well. After you read it, you will know how to get an audience with the Doctor.”
CHAPTER 10
Varian
I love fairies. For dinner. Most vampires think Fae blood tastes like shit. They avoid it at all costs. It isn’t bad, a bit off compared to other species. The flavor isn’t what I like. The magic is. I can feel the magic humming inside as I drink. Truth is I fucking despise Fairies. Pain in the ass is all they are.
This one at the door is hot especially with that pastel purple hair. Which court does she belong to with hair such a color? Winter Court is all the blondes with a smattering of brunettes. Summer court only has damn redhead twits and raven headed Fae.
The first Fae I ever fed off didn’t survive. Purely by accident. I was young and still learning my strength. She was a red head. Caused quite a ruckus when I took the body home. I was being a gentleman, bringing back their stinking carcass and they try to kill me. Turns out dinner was actually some sort of princess. Damn, there are over fifty princesses. Were they really
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