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Priest shrugged. ‘For fae Fourths or so I’ve heard.’
Fie stopped in his tracks, his expression unreadable. ‘I’m going to try what Drax did.’
Priest closed his eyes for a moment in exasperation. ‘What do you mean?’ he asked, trying not to sound as bored as he felt.
‘You know … when he used his magick upon her.’
‘That wasn’t magick,’ Priest scoffed. ‘Most fae have none that they can use.’
‘Well, regardless, I’m going to try it.’
‘It won’t work unless you complete the bond with her yourself,’ Priest told him.
‘But Drax—’
‘Drax is in command of the unit. It’s different for him,’ Priest said, pretending that he hadn’t been surprised when Drax had stopped their Fourth from leaving the tent even though he hadn’t yet claimed her.
Priest had already decided to try it himself as well when he had the chance. He looked forward to putting their little halfling Fourth in her place. She seemed the type who would need constant reminders that she was at the bottom of the unit hierarchy.
They bought her a thick cloak, Priest sparing no expense. Shewasone of them, after all. He would not have her walking around in rags. Fie chose her some boots, the smallest size he could find. In truth, Priest found it laughable that such a tiny female was their Fourth. No one would ever take her seriously. They’d have to ensure they weren’t tainted by association in the Camp and that meant no more arguments outside their tent. Dissention within the unit meant weakness.
They returned to Quin's tent. Maeve came out a few moments later, barely looking at them.
Fie stepped forward. ‘These are for our Fourth,’ he said, holding the new clothes out to her.
She let out a breath. ‘Very well.’
She practically snatched them from him and walked back into the tent without another word. Priest and Fie waited outside the tent again. It was now late morning, and the female showed no signs of emerging.
‘How long does it take that female to bathe?’ Priest couldn't help but lament aloud just as the flap opened and out stepped their Fourth.
Priest’s eyes travelled over her. Her cloak was swept behind her shoulders. Her trousers were black, the tall boots ending past her knees, but the tunic was red leather.
‘Where are your blacks? he asked, his eyes trailing down her body before he could stop them. He tore his gaze away, focusing on her face instead.
‘They had little that would fit me,’ she said. ‘The Commander’s Fourth gave me this as its too small for her.’
Priest let out a grunt in response, turned on his heel, and began to walk, not looking back to see if she and Fie were following and not liking that the female was looking more attractive to him by the day. He couldn’t afford distractions. Not even if it was simply because he needed to visit the pleasure tents.
Chapter 5
Fie
Her hair was neatly plaited back and Fie could see that Eve’s ears, although not pointed like theirs were without their glamors, still tapered up to soft peaks that to anyone else wouldn’t be remarked upon, but to them, made it obvious that she was half fae.
She was lucky no others of their kind had happened upon her before he and his Brothers had, or she would have been whisked away to the Dark Realms to be some high lord’s halfling brood mare these days.
They walked the short distance back to their dirty tent that Fie was now sure that the Commander had given to them on purpose. Fucking prick. At least he hadn't had them killed when he found out they had been the ones to give Lily to the First Scholar, Fie supposed.
They walked into the tent and found Drax packing their supplies.
‘Where the fuck have you been?’ he asked. ‘How long does it take a female to bathe?’
He looked pointedly at Eve and then Fie watched Drax’s his eyes follow the contours of the female’s leather armor.
‘New clothes?’
‘Aye,’ Priest muttered. ‘The female is more trouble than she’s worth. We found ourselves in the Commander's tent. His Fourth is none other than the woman who tried to kill us in Kitore. Remember, it was you who suggested we give her to the Library, Brother? We just almost got our throats slit. Thank you for that.’
