OLUME TWO: QUEEN OF FAE
"Someone is trying to kill you." Darrius slammed a broken arrow onto the dining room table.
I jumped and a gasp slipped from me. My gaze jerked from the weapon on the table to the servants bustling back and forth from the kitchens to the shadows along the chamber as though the enemy hid there before finding Darrius again and my heart calmed a few beats.
The torches on the wall behind me caught the copper-highlights in his hair. The muscles in his arms bunched up under his tunic with tension.
"Couldn't this wait until after dessert?" Simeon rolled his eyes and leaned his elbows on the table. "Avery knows half the Fae don't support her claim to the throne and the Unseelie that have tried to murder us all since we were born."