Chapter One Hundred and Nine

　　Present Day

　　Sylvin watched the Fae soldiers marching along the Zendayis streets from his position on the castle wall. Several ships had arrived overnight, and it seemed that there was more Fae than humans in the city. A misleading impression, he knew. The Zendayins were sheltering at home, waiting to see what the invading Fae would do.

　　From his observation point, he could smell the rotting heads over the gates, and the stench curdled in his stomach. A raven pecked at one of the heads. “Each to their own,” Sylvin said to it. “I personally wouldn’t eat that.”

　　The bird took off in a flutter of black feathers.

　　“If you kill the Fae king,” Sepher asked, the wind whipping his long blue hair back from his face. “Where will we go?”