Page 56 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I dive between shadows, fixing my gaze on a large iron cage that hunkers in the corner next to the high wall.
I can’t see any movement inside it.
On the moon, what if I’m too late? What if Daire has died?
A chill runs down my spine.
I crouch down, crawling through the mud toward the cage.
The cage is made of thick, iron bars.
I wince.
Iron is a poison to the Shadow Fae. It suppresses their magic agonizingly and stops them from being able to fly.
No wonder Aurelius hasn’t bothered to set guards in front of the cage. He doesn’t need them.
The top and bottom of the cage are gold, which makes it look like a gaudy bird cage, but at least means that Daire won’t be burned, simply by sitting and standing in it.
Should I care?
Is Daire a villain?
Does it make him villainous simply because he’s an enemy to the Draca Kingdom?
Or a freedom fighter?
In which case, what does that make Aurelius?
I have to see for myself.
I’ve only caught glimpses of Daire training his army from a distance, when I’d break curfew and sit on the fae side of the cliffs, looking down at the Unseelie Kingdom border.
The fae who I’d dream about, while bringing myself to the best mind-blowing orgasms of my life, isn’t real. He’s a beautiful daydream, who I used to escape the boredom of my life. No matter how much I hunger to kiss him…and failed to…in every fantasy.
I’ve yearned for the touch of a bandit for years, yet I don’t know him at all.
What if Daire is nothing like my dream but rather, is a nightmare?
My pulse speeds up.
I crawl closer to the bars, peering inside.
Then I jump at a sudden flutter of movement at the back.
Finally, my eyes adjust to the dark.
I can’t see Daire’s face, only a figure huddled at the back who is being careful not to touch the bars.
The fae’s ash covered raven wings, which shimmer and gleam like they’d feel as soft as silk under my fingertips, are pulled around him. He appears to be trying to hide as much of himself as he can. His burned wrists rest on his knees.
Glowing eyes fix on me.
My breath hitches.
I’m frozen.
Caught.
