Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Wiping my hand on my shirt, I step over her and continue down the hall.
“But fucking nothing.”
London
I feel the power swirl from beneath my body and I slowly drift to my feet, swiping my hair out of my face. I take in the people around me.
So. Many. People.
The smirks, the smug grins, the disdain. I hate it here. What had just happened? I didn’t want to be Knight’s mate, but what did it mean that he just publicly renounced our mating? I can still feel him inside of me, so I know that it isn’t that simple.
Lost in my train of thought, I don’t realize how much smaller the space around me has gotten.
I step backwards, attempting to put some distance between me and the crowd of Gifted, when I bang into someone behind me.
“Oh, look who it is. Fresh meat?” someone murmurs.
Another laughs. “Hardly fresh. Let’s play with her a little. Open her up and see if she has a heart.”
I jolt back again but the space tightens.
Suddenly, a hand wraps around my right palm and I’m being pulled through the sea of people. I don’t even know who it is, and I don’t care. All I know is I need to get out of here and whoever this person is, is helping me do that.
Bodies brush against mine the faster we go, and then we’re dipping down a small alleyway. The hooded figure pushes me against a brick wall before removing the garment from her head and resting it on her neck.
Kaia stares back at me with wide brown eyes, the kind that resemble bark. Which is fitting, considering she’s an earth pixie and the notorious ganja dealer. “We need to get you away from here, London. They’ll want your blood if they find out whose blood runs in your veins and without the Royal’s protection, I am afraid you’ll be cooked meat.”
I suck in a breath. “You know...”
Kaia shrugs a shoulder.
I swallow hard, unsure of what to do.
But what the hell can I do?
I let out a deep sigh. She’s right. As much as I hate the situation I’m in. “I just need to go back to Earth.”
She shakes her head. “No way! You can’t. I couldn’t allow you, at least not now. Right now, I need to take you somewhere safe in Rathe.”
“You got somewhere in mind?” I fold my arms in front of myself, waiting for her to answer. I haven’t seen Kaia since the first time I met her, but I knew straight away that she was one of the good ones. Or maybe I’m deluded and she’s as crazy as everyone else.
Before I can voice my worry, she closes the distance between us, resting her hands on mine. “I’m not. I mean, I am one of them, but not like that. “
“How?” I’m too lost looking for answers on why she would want to ignore a possible beef with the Royal Family when I look down to my hand to see it healed. “I mean how are you not too afraid to go against them?”
“It’s not about fear.” She tosses the hoodie back over her head, waving her hand over my body. Electricity prickles all over my skin when I look down to notice my other clothes have been replaced.
“This your style, I’m guessing.”
I take in the tight leather shorts, fishnet tights, black and white Jordans, and band T. “Not bad, Pixie.”
“Come. We have to leave now.” She circles a portal in front of us. The opaque colors churn together like a colorful tornado, and we both step through. I don’t realize I do it without so much as second guessing whether I trust her or not until it’s too late.
The portal snaps closed behind us and I’m instantly swept into the world of a pixie Fae. The dirt beneath my feet crunches, but when I look closer, I notice the sharp little twinkling of glitter scattered through it. The smell—oh god, the smell. Like freshly cut blades of grass after a light rain shower of rosewater. Trees burst from the ground below, reaching for the night sky and I tilt my head back to get a better look at the branches. Soft lilacs, shades of burnt orange and blushing pink.
“Sorry about the mess. My aunt is away, and I can’t be bothered wasting pointless energy on cleaning.”
My mouth hangs open slightly as I try to catch my words. I shouldn’t be so surprised. Kaia is an earth pixie. They’re not only eccentric, but they ooze confidence. You can’t tell them anything other than what their intuition tells them. This is no different.
“Do you live in the forest?” I ask, turning around the space. I spot a wooden kitchen hidden behind a line of shrubs, before other items in the sitting room start to become obvious. A large screen floats in the air, directed toward a pink L-shape sofa.