Page 72 of Speak No Evil

There’s so much to look at, but I keep my face calm, eyes ahead.

Four fae are on the dais, all looking down at me. Waiting. Like they knew we were coming. Unless they spend their time sitting motionless in their carved thrones.

The first looks like he’s made for—or evenof—the night, with pale skin and shadows curling around him like smoke. His face is harsh, cruel even, and seems carved of stone and lies.

The next might be an elemental fae. White lashes coated in icicles and short-cropped white hair all draw stark contrast to his deep skin tone and dark gaze. He wears a cloak of fur from an animal I can’t identify.

The third is definitely a fire fae. Blue flames dance behind his eyes and his clothes have trails of flames licking up and down them.

The last of the four on the dais is the closest thing to a real life tree I’ve ever seen. He doesn’t have skin but bark, and his hair is actually leaves. He’s so strange looking to my human sensibility, I catch myself gawking.

The moment he meets my eyes, I shift my eyes to a spot just above his head and make sure my expression is just as bored as the rest of them look.

Even though inside I’m screaming with a strange mix of excitement and…

Eagerness. Yes, that’s it.

An eagerness for this chapter of my life to finally come to an end. To have my answers about Em’s death.

Plus, I’m in a fucking fae court!

Fuck!

I feel like I’ve finally gotten a peek behind the wizard’s curtain to all the secrets the fae have kept for so long.

Like, I didn’t know the fae were elemental. But from what I’m seeing on the dais…

No other supe that I know has ever gotten so close.

Quiet your mind, Jade,Vrahs reminds me.They will sense your excitement.

Right, OK.

I do the trick I learned when falling from my building, and turned everything in my mind to silent. Vrahs and I head toward the large emblem inscribed in the center of the floor, and without discussion, we fan out our wings in unison.

The fae do not react. Not outwardly, anyway, but I know we look fucking epic.

Damn, I wish I could get a peek into one of their minds.

With my gaze glued ahead, I try to make out the rest of my surroundings. The emblem inlaid into the floor ahead looks Celtic in origin. Perhaps Germanic. But what’s more interesting is the floor itself.

I first took it to be polished marble.

But it’s not marble at all.

It’s glass. Smooth, milky white glass.

Part of me still can’t believe I’m here.

When the Vrahs and I reach the center of the emblem, we stop and the fire fae speaks.

“Why have you desecrated our court? Defiled our city with your demonic stench?”

I bat the question right back. “Why do you have a runaway death fae going on a killing spree in my city?”

The man’s face twists into a grimace. “I have no knowledge of any such fae.”

“I thought you might say that.” I rip a portal open right in front of us, reach in, and pull AJ into the cold light of the fae court.

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