I awoke to that annoying prodding sensation in my head. Like sticky sweet tendrils of darkness were trying to worm their way into my ears, into my brain and thoughts. They were moving slowly, these tendrils. Trying not to disturb me, trying to remain undetected.Whether it was the power of the High Lords running through my newly Fae body, or the fact that this Fae woman wasn’t as good as she thought, I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I sensed those tendrils and knew who had put them there.This time she wouldn’t get away with it. I was no longer gasping for air like a fish on dry land, my energy completely depleted and eviscerated. This time, she would pay.The library of thoughts in my head, with endless books that contained my memories and thoughts, those tendrils were nearing closer and closer. I had no clue what to do, and even Micah had said there was practically no one willing to train me in Spirit. I highly doubted this obnoxious woman

“I’m going to kill them all.” He snarled in to my neck, which if anything, only added to the molten arousal pulsing between my legs.“I might just let you.” I mumbled, out of breath and near-shaking.We had come so close—and, I didn’t regret it. Not a single bit, in fact. If anything, I felt it was a long time coming. All of the anger and rage in the world couldn’t erase the pull of the bond and the tension that arose whenever we were together.Atlas tore himself from my arms reluctantly, his shoulders tense as he strolled over to the set of double doors across the room. I took the time to get myself together, wandering over to a frosty white vanity and closet. Inside the finely carved closet were absolutely stunning dresses. Laces of white and blue, shimmering gems that sparkled and looked like gem snowflakes. I ran my fingers over the shimmering fabrics with just a hint of envy in my veins.There weren&rsq

A few minutes later, Aralia approached, stiff necked and shimmering with incredible beauty. Her platinum hair was braided over her shoulder, crystals that mirrored flashes of pure snow were dotted in her hair. The form fitting dress she wore fluttered to the ground in waves of icy satin.The cold that clung to Aralia wasn’t like the blizzard the High Lady summoned. Aralia’s cold came from deep within, from whatever block of ice held her soul.“The High Lady wishes to speak with you, Atlas.” Aralia turned towards my true-mate, not sparing me a glance as she moved to place a hand on his shoulder.“Do not overstep, Aralia.” Was all Atlas said before leaning down to place his lips against my own. His voice was soft, and his eyes met mine for just a second. The kiss he gave me was frantic but passionate, meant to show everyone in this court that we were together. “I’ll be back shortly, kitten.”I nodded a b

“How are we supposed to sleep after that?” I grumbled, my face pressed against the hard planes of Atlas’s chest.We had been escorted back to our chambers—with a guard of twelve men. I wasn’t sure whether or not I should be insulted. Atlas and I could easily take more than twelve men, even if they were Fae.We had curled up in bed the moment we returned, plunging the room into darkness as we both recounted what had just happened.“She’s practically declaring war against Micah, based on Tamara’s word. If anything, I bet she stalked those Earth Court guards down. Probably went onto their territory to do it. Micah wouldn’t have sent guards into another Court to find us.” I frowned until my forehead ached, wracking my brain for an answer that made sense. When it finally hit me, I knew I had to be right.“I agree. I might not know Micah well, but he knows the damage a war would cause. He wouldn&

“I’ve heard that the powers of High Lord are usually passed down to the men in the family, is that not true?” I asked Alette and Adelina, “You both seem so sure that the only options are Adelina and Aralia, but what about Alette or Atlas?” “Becoming High Lady is not my fate, that much I know.” Alette sighed, the corners of her blush-colored lips tilting downwards. “The power does favor males, but I’ve seen every outcome. In every single one, either Aralia or I are named High Lady.” Adelina frowned; her sapphire eyes turned to Atlas. “In some, you stood by her side. You even tried to kill her in a few, but you only succeeded in one. You died, but valiantly.” My stomach soured a bit at the mention of Atlas dying, and I reached over to grab his hand in my own. The mere thought of Atlas being killed—it felt like I was fading away as well. “The future changes constantly. Last minute decisions can completely alter how things turn out.” Alette shrugged, deli