His eyes are bright gold when he retreats.
His frown deepens.
“What is it?” I ask.
“This blood…” He nods at the dress. “Your blood…it smells the same.”
The cold sweat turns to a cold chill as it races over my shoulders.
“Like fae?”
He grits his teeth. “Like family.”
Episode 67
Rejoice Over My Corpse
There is only the loud thumping of my heart in my ears.
Family.
That’s what Bran said.
The bloody Winter Court dress smells like my family.
Up until this point, having a fae family was just an idea, a story. Now it’s real. And worse than that, it’s carnage right before my eyes. Proof that the fae courts really will do whatever it takes to destroy my line.
Bran snaps his fingers at Ramona and she scurries out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
I’m breathing faster now, my vision blurring on the edges.
They’re going to kill me.
And then they’ll all rejoice over my corpse.
“Sit down, Mouse,” Bran orders, his hand on my arm, guiding me away from the dress. The backs of my legs bump into the settee, and I drop hard to the cushions.
“Mouse,” he says.
I blink over to him.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I swallow, trying to fill my lungs with oxygen.
He crouches in front of me and takes my face in his hands. “You don’t have to go. We don’t have to go.” There’s concern between his brows. A flicker of worry in his amber eyes.
“Arion already said…” I trail off and suck in another breath.
“He said what?”
If I tell Bran Arion’s exact words, he’ll lose his fucking mind.
I’m insinuating that I can take your blood with very little effort.
“We have to go,” I tell Bran. “We have no choice.”
“There’s always a choice.”