Page 152 of Wings of Ash & Flame
“Aren’t I always?”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she muttered before tugging Archer toward the bar.
Lifting her skirts, Alaire crossed the floor toward the man who embodied everything she despised about the fae.
“Chief Advisor Dexter,” she greeted smoothly. “How lovely to see you again.”
Dexter’s eyes narrowed, then shifted into accomplished charm for his audience. “Alaire Vallorian.” His gaze trailed down the skin revealed by her gown. “You look radiant tonight.”
Immediately, she wanted to scrub off the filthy film his gaze left.Disgusting.
She canted her head, smile polished. Alaire had no taste for petty court games, but Archer had drilled into her that if she wanted access to the nobility, she’d need a mask she could wear with ease. For hours, she’d practiced a smile that met his standards.
“Thank you. I’ve heard about the Celestial Cascade Ball for years. Truly, it’s a sight to behold.”
“Indeed,” Dexter said, tone polite but guarded. Smart man. “The organizers outdid themselves. It would be my pleasure to point out some of the unique details.”
“I’d be honored.” Her expression softened into feigned innocence, though her stomach twisted at the role she was forced to play. “From what I’ve heard, House Aetheris had a significant hand in preparations. Your leadership is evident.”
He extended an arm.
Don’t flinch.
She rested her fingers lightly against his sleeve.
Flattery, it seemed, would get her everywhere.
“We did our part.” Pride curved his self-satisfied smile. “Always a pleasure to serve the Consortium.”
He guided them toward a less crowded corner of the ballroom. Instantly, she pulled away, turning to face him.
“Speaking of contributions,” she said, subtly raising her voice, “I’ve heard rumors of growing conflict within the Consortium. If you’ve promised me protection, it’s only natural such whispers would spark hesitation on my end.”
“Rumors spread easily, often without basis.” Dexter’s eyes flicked across the room.
“True,” Alaire admitted. “But sometimes they hold kernels of truth. One can’t help but wonder whether such allegations might weaken our alliance—or if it would be honored at all under such derision.”
In truth, there were no rumors. But Alaire knew fae like Dexter: his loyalty shifted like the wind, always chasing the current that promised him the most gain.Let’s see who he scuttles off to.
“Alliances are forged for the prosperity of House Aetheris, to ensure our place as the epitome of Elithian society.” Two lines puckered between his brows.
“Of course,” Alaire said in a placating tone. “Navigating such complexities must be a burden.”
“One must do what’s necessary for stability and progress.” He inclined his head, expression inscrutable.
“And for power?” she asked lightly.
“Power is a means to an end, Alaire.” His eyes hardened.
“And what end do you seek, Dexter?” She leaned in slightly.
His gaze dipped down the V of her gown.Ew.
“Ensuring the continued success of House Aetheris.” His lips curved upward.
She noted his careful wording—tying everything back to the well-being of his house rather than the truth: he cared only for his own advancement.
“Everyone in society has their role to play.”
