Chapter 22

"I feel like the wardrobe could've provided me with something a little more formal." Bailey muttered as they made their way into the large dining hall. She felt under-dressed as a fae in a gorgeous gossamer outfit sidled past them. Eostre hadn't been kidding when she said there would be an event that evening. The hall was filled with fae of every type, all of them trying to get a look at the newly sithen-crowned Queen of the Spring Court.

Jayce stood at her side, stiff and unyielding. His face was a mask of bored indifference as lines of fae made their way to greet them. Bailey felt distinctly uncomfortable as the denizens of the Court chatted and mingled around her. "Remind me why this is necessary."

Jayce smiled down at her, his mask slipping as his eyes softened. "They are curious. They want to know who I've sparked with."

"So this is the Halfling." A whiny voice rose above the din of the crowd, and Bailey felt her jaw tighten automatically. The nasal whine set her teeth on edge. A