Chapter 29

He narrowed his eyes as if he were trying to find deception in it but finally nodded. “I could use sustenance.”

“Princeling, this isn’t sustenance. This is living.”

Fordham grumbled something under his breath, but he followed her through the winding city streets until they came upon the Square. It was more or less the center of Kinkadia. A giant stone-paved square with shops boarding three sides and the ruins of a once-grand church taking up most of the center. Her heart clenched at the sight.

“What happened here?” Fordham asked. His gaze raked over the falling stones and burned-out roof.

“Something tragic,” she said softly.

“I didn’t think the Fae had a religion other than the Society.”

“Most don’t,” she agreed, turning them away from the church that still made her feel sick to her stomach. “This was a human church for the Laments.”

Fordham eyes widened slightly. “Humans built that? Without magic?”

She nodded. She’d always thought the twenty-story building with its sweeping spires an