Destruction of The Seelie Court
I was correct; my queen is still in bed; the sheets are tangled around her beautiful body; I sit down beside her, stroking her arm; she stirs, smiling at me, and whispers,
“What is wrong, Gabriel?”
“I need to speak to you, Cassandra,”
She rolls onto her side and sighs,
“What could be so important that you need to wake me this early in the morning?”
I smirk,
“I want the dark Fae, Lisha, Allana’s granddaughter.”
Her mouth quirks in annoyance, and her tone is sharp when she says,
“You woke me up to tell me that? What is the matter with you, Gabriel?”
I get off her bed and hiss,
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