Page 72 of Fallen Heirs

My breath caught in my throat as her eyes opened, those stunning blue orbs of hers shining out into the room.

A whole lot of confusion passed over her face for several moments as she struggled to take everything in as quickly as possible.

I saw the moment it turned to panic.

And I was there in the next second, settling onto the edge of the bed and taking her hand in mine. “It’s okay. It’s all okay, I’m here.”

Her eyes shot to mine. “Your father, he—”

“I know. That’s where you are now. In the Dark Fae Realm.”

She frowned. “It sure doesn’t look like it.”

“It sure doesn’t. My father made this room for you.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“You exposed your special ability during that battle with Constantine’s sorcerers and all hell has broken loose since.”

She cursed and shoved her hand through her hair. “I had no choice.” She gritted her teeth. “They made sure I had no other choice.”

“I know.”

“He did this to sideline me, didn’t he?”

“We believe so, yes.”

“And your father? He brought me here because he sees me as a threat now?”

“He’s concerned.”

She gave me a look. “I sometimes forget how diplomatic you can actually be when you try.”

“Yes, it’s not exactly my go-to.” I smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. “Generally, only for you and the boys.”

She looked around again and then she ran her fingers over the golden chemise she was clad in. “This thing is unbelievably soft and luxurious.”

I nodded. My father had certainly made sure she had the best. In every way.

She screwed up her face as something obviously occurred to her.

“What is it, little angel?” I asked gently.

“Did your father… I mean, he didn’t… dress me, did he?”

It was my turn to screw up my face. The very thought of it sickened me.

“No. He wouldn’t have touched you like that. He would’ve had his female staff attend to you.”

“Okay, good. That’s a relief.” She frowned as she shifted in the bed, telling me, “I feel strange… weaker… colder.”

“This room is in a magical vacuum.”

“That’s… intense.”

“You may also feel a little off for a while because he took some of your blood and a little of your magic as well.”

Her eyes widened. “If he thinks he can use that to wield angel magic as a means to protect his kingdom from my ability, he can’t. At least not without dying in the process. The toll it would take on a non-angelic being is horrific. They would never survive it, Orpheus.”

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