Veiled Threat

The response I wanted to give him was, "F**k you!" or, "Go eat turd, slimeball!" Perhaps even just the finger would have sufficed. Unfortunately, his standing in the council meant I couldn't be rude to the fairy who was so obviously being rude to me.

"You will hand over the chosen one to me," he repeated, his hand out like he'd expected Ty was some small thing I could literally hand over.

"I can't do that, sir," I answered. "Tiberius Cruz isn't just some prize. He's my friend, and I mean to bring him home to Mudgard."

If anything, this just made Kairon's eyes narrow even more.

"You will do no such thing," he hissed. "With the power he displayed tonight, it is the height of foolhardiness to think that boy will not be stolen again when you return him to Mudgard."

I frowned. Kairon had voiced out the exact thought I'd been thinking in my head, and that was the fact that Ty was no longer free regardless of who rescued him.

Kairon shook his head.