Page 59 of Fae King's Forbidden Love

“I see them!” he rasped, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the sight of him daunting, but I was more concerned with what he had to say than how he looked, completely ashen, like he might dissolve into a pile and wither away any moment.

“WHERE?!” I roared, advancing on him. “Where are they?”

Without speaking, Solomon raised a trembling finger, this particular locator taking everything out of him, apparently.

“SPEAK, WARLOCK!” I yelled. “What do you see?”

“A house… white fence… chickens…”

“Chickens?” I echoed, taken aback by the descriptor. “What?”

“Farm…” He began to choke and cough, the spell fading away as he doubled over. I seized his shoulders.

“How far?” I demanded urgently. “Am I right? Has Agnan taken Lysandra over?”

Wonderment shone in Solomon’s eyes. “Five miles, six at most. A pretty house, yellow trim?—”

I barely heard the last of it, my body already shifting, paws hitting the ground to race in the direction that Solomon had indicated.

I’m coming, Elix. Hang on. I won’t let him harm you.

My nose guidedme four miles up through the roads. I hadn’t stopped to tell my guard where I was going, but I was sure the warlock mentioned my general direction. My only focus was on Elix.

The pretty house with the golden shutters appeared like a shrine, stopping me dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe that my sense had been right.

Agnan has been alive all this time? And what? Living in Lysandra? Possessing or shapeshifting into other faeries?

I kept my distance at first, catching my breath as I stared at the seemingly inconspicuous house.

The chickens that Solomon had mentioned pecked along the ground, oblivious to the literal wolf lingering nearby. Panting, I neared the house, creeping, hoping to get a glimpse of my mate inside, but aside from the birds, the outside was eerily still.

Tongue lolling out of my mouth, I inched nearer, unsure of what I would find. Was I too late? Had Lysandra, or Agnan, harmed Elix already?

The thought lunged me forward, caution be damned. Her scent tinged my nostrils, and I had to see her for myself. My pulse roared in my ears.

Perhaps that’s why I didn’t hear my new sworn enemy until the fae was directly behind me.

“Alpha. How nice of you to join us.”

I whirled around, tail whipping to confront the shockingly slight brunette behind me. I recognized Lysandra’s face from the endless photos we had distributed all through the kingdom andbeyond in search of her, and I lunged toward her, but her next words froze me.

“If you want Elix to live, you’ll stand down.”

My ebony paws landed on the ground like dead weights, body falling after it. I almost crumpled under the unceremonious landing and shifted into my fae body.

“Where is she?” I hissed, not caring that I stood naked in front of her.

Lysandra’s eyes raked over my bare chest scornfully.

“I can see why she likes you,” she commented coldly, the note of jealousy clear in her tone as her eyes lingered between my legs.

“You’re Agnan, aren’t you?”

Lysandra paled at my question, her eyes darting back up toward my face. “What?”

“You heard me. You’ve taken over Lysandra’s body. Is that where you’ve been hiding out this whole time?”

“That’s quite the imagination you have,” she scoffed.

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