Chapter 92

  The courtiers were unmoved, indifferent, and aloof.

  The brethren gathered in their finery, from witches and warlocks through to fauns and pixies, imps and goblins, and others that I knew not the names of. Their horned heads, tussled locks threaded with leaves and flowers, sloe-eyed, winged, and hooved feet more at home in enchanted forests or pretty gardens than this shimmering white, unapproachable space.

  I took Aurien’s hand, seeking comfort from his touch. He looked down at me, his violet eyes gentle.

  “You do not need to fear, Liera,” he murmured. “You are under a dragon’s protection. In the hierarchy of brethren, dragons are equal to the royal Fae.”