Winter's War (Her Guardians series Book 4)(37)
“The fray are here, or I would. We have to meet them, and you have to deal with the council before we can all do that,” I say, and he groans as he steps away from me.
“I’ll meet you later, but I need a minute to calm down,” he says, and I see the outline of how turned on he is through his trousers.
“Well, I’m about to strip, so I doubt that will help,” I say, and he groans before walking out. I take my time dressing in the leather outfit I have worn to all my fights. It’s easy to move in and has places for all my daggers. I leave half my hair down and put the top half up in some plaits. Nothing complicated, but it looks good. When I’m done, Jaxson walks out of the bathroom, fully dressed in jeans and a normal shirt that has a belt around his chest which will hold his sword.
“I’m going to get my weapons,” Jaxson says nothing else as he walks out, and leaves the door open. I know that our moment in bed together is over now, and we have to be the royals our people need. They need us to be strong and deal with the fray. I go over to the box by the side of my bed, and open it up. The crown calls to me as I pick it up and put it on my head. I walk over to the mirror, seeing myself with the crown on for the first time. I’m slightly glowing blue, and my eyes are brighter than they ever normally are. They have a slight silver quality to them, suggesting they might turn silver at any moment. The crown’s power is hard to ignore, but I know I need to.
“My Queen,” Atti says as he leans against the wall outside my room. Atti has his own crown on, and his black cloak is covering his clothes. The cloak has silver tree marks stitched down the parting, and he is crossing his arms as he watches me, making his shirt tight on his chest. Atti has shaved his hair on the side of his head, but left the top part long, with his fringe just falling on his forehead. His stormy, grey eyes take their time looking me over.
When he finally gets to my eyes, I say, “My King,” with a little bow, and he laughs.
“We sound so formal when all I can think of is shutting this door and fucking you until you scream my name,” he tells me. I don’t think it’s a bad idea at all, and my mark warms on my back as he watches me.
“I don’t think we have time,” I say with red cheeks and he chuckles as he walks over to me, pushing my body against the door with his own.
“It’s a plan for the future, then,” he tells me gently before kissing me. Atti moves his lips slowly against mine, and the kiss feels like it’s over way too quickly.
“They are waiting, and a fair warning, they are stuck up, rainbow-hair-coloured assholes,” Atti says, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips.
“‘Rainbow-hair-coloured assholes’?” I ask through my laughs, but unfortunately, the door at the bottom of the corridor opens, and one of the said assholes walks over. The man is taller than me, but I’m short so that’s easy, and has dark-blue hair. His eyes match his hair, and I can see flower tattoo-like marks on his neck, which are some kind of blue flower. He has blue eyes that slightly glow, and there’s a strange feeling to him that gives him away as a fray. Another thing, is he is extremely hard to look at, he is stunning. Every part of him is extremely beautiful, but in a fake way. It feels like when you eat a chocolate cake that is too rich, and you can’t eat all of it.
“I got tired of waiting,” he says, his sharp tone means he heard every word. Way to make alliances, Winter.
“You should bow,” Atti snaps, stopping us from walking closer and puts his arm around me.
“You are not my queen or king,” the fray man snaps out.
“And, you are in our home. Sent here to fight for us, so you should show some respect,” I say, my tone sharp, and the man’s eyes widen as he stares at me, even taking a step back. I glance down to see myself glowing brighter. Damn, I’m scaring the fairy by glowing like a damn fairy.
“Are you the leader?” Atti asks with an annoyed sigh as he strokes a hand down my arm, and the man shakes his head. It seems like the fray man is annoying him.
“Yes. I’m the second in the royal court of the fray. The queen will not step foot into this world as it makes her weak,” the man says, but there’s a quiver in his voice.
“Shame. I wanted to speak to Lily,” I say, and leave out the fact I want to punch her for tricking me.
“Queen Lilyanne sends her kindness and asked me to say hello to you,” he tells me, but I highly doubt she said it nicely, or she isn’t as smart as I know she is.
“I’m sure she did,” I arch an eyebrow as I speak, and the man nods.
“Why would it make your queen weak to come here?” Atti asks.
“Full-blooded fray cannot stay in the human world for more than a day, or we start to lose our powers.”
“You are being very honest despite working for a queen that is no longer a friend to any of our thrones,” Atti replies, tilting his head to the side as he looks at the man.
“What’s your name?” I ask him, before the door behind him is opened, and Dabriel comes storming down the corridor. He picks the man up by his neck and slams him into the corridor wall making cracks appear down the newly painted wall. The man squirms, and lightning appears on his fingertips.
“Your people killed one of my angels in a fight. I suggest you deal with them before I start mass killing of fray,” Dabriel says, his marks glowing brightly, and his wings are moving slightly, making him seem like he is floating.