Do they know who I am?
The closer we get to the castle, the more fae we pass as if word is spreading before us.
They bow for Maven. They gawk at me.
The worn dirt path soon meets a cobblestone road. Mature hardwood trees line the road, equal distance between them creating symmetry I absolutely love.
Maybe this place won’t be so bad after all.
Arion is beside me suddenly causing me to jump. His scowl has deepened, and his eyes are darting this way and that.
“What is it?” I ask.
The crowd has thinned out.
“Something is wrong,” he answers.
“Like what?” I keep walking and it takes me several steps to realize he’s stopped. “What are you?—”
“Down, faeling!” He barrels toward me just as an arrow is shot from the nearest tree…directly at my neck.
Episode Seventy-Four
RESCUE YOUR PRETTY LITTLE PRINCESS
BRAN
I pace beneath the hardwood tree, the black tarp clutched tightly around my body. I’m trying not to let the fury sweep me away.
How fucking long does it take to drive to Bramwell from Duval House?
My phone says it’s only been nine minutes.
It feels like a fucking eternity.
Force her obedience, Baspin said.
I’m the only one who gets to force Mouse to do anything.
No one else.
The anger rises again and my teeth grind together, fangs sharpening in my mouth. I need blood. I need sleep. But I want none of it.
Not until I have Mouse back.
I’m going to kill them.
Kill them all.
Maybe not Baspin.
Definitely Arion.
Maybe the fucking brownie, depending on when I see him next and what kind of mood I’m in.
I hear the distant churn of an engine. There are no roads into the park, only pedestrian pathways, but I spot Damien’s SUV making quick work of the turf anyway.
I start toward the vehicle and it pulls up alongside me.