“Correct.”
“What would happen,” Rev asks, turning on his heel and pacing as he thinks. “If I were to call on the king again? Without Caelynn.”
“No,” I snarl. “I will not allow you to put yourself at risk without me.”
Rev smirks in my direction. “We’re talking hypothetical. We need as much information as we can get. Remember?”
I sneer at him but don’t say anything more. I hate when he throws my own words back against me.
“Would it destroy the High Court island?” he asks.
No, not immediately,the book writes.The king has returned to a restful state, but he is not slumbering as before. He is... waiting. Watching. He would only destroy the High Court if that was his desire. He is now aware of how his power affects the island and courts. Assuming his own philosophies have not changed during his slumber, it would stand to reason he’ll be careful not to interfere with his creation’s ruling structure.
Which would include the High Court in general.
“Was it the Night Bringer’s idea? To raise him?” I ask.
No,the book writes.
“But it was Blane, Drake’s brother, that completed the spell.” That much we’ve learned over the last week. “So, it was Drake’s idea, then?”
From what I can tell, Blane originated the idea. Drake was unaware, but he certainly used the situation to his advantage and attempted to aid the destruction of the portal to ensure as many powerful fae died as possible.
“He was trying to increase the likelihood of our deaths,” I say.
“And he almost succeeded,” Rev adds.
“Does Blane still have Raven?” I ask quickly.
Yes. They have fled back to the human world.
I purse my lips. So, Drake nor the Night Bringer seem to have been aware of the spell to wake the Light King—the only living creature able to kill them.
“Are we sure Blane didn’t wake the Light King to try to stop the Night Bringer?”
Rev’s eyebrows rise, his eyes dancing with amusement. I shrug. May as well ask about every possibility. “That’s wishful thinking, don’t you think?”
I swallow. I mean, yeah, he has my friend. If he wasn’t as much of a douchebag as his brother, that would be great to know.
I do not know his intentions, but I do know he woke an ancient beast, knowing it would kill many fae in the process. Hundreds died that day.
My stomach twists. I know very well where the spell books stands on the concept of raising the ancient king to join our team against the Night Bringer, it’s just... we don’t have many other options.
And I am willing to do anything required to kill those assholes.
A thud reverberates through the room, and I flinch before realizing it was only a knock on the door. Rev quickly answers, only opening the door a crack and speaking discreetly with the messenger. Rev sniffs as he turns back to face me, his shoulders back and head high. He always gets all proud and formal when High Court duty comes to call.
He wears a gold jacket over a black tunic that dips just low enough to see the outline of his muscled chest. His tattoos are entirely covered, sadly.
His dark hair is growing long quickly, and he has to brush it to the side to keep it from falling into his eyes.
“I’m needed in a meeting. Apparently, something has happened in the Crystal Court.”
My stomach sinks. “Go.”
Without waiting a beat, Rev is out the door. “Tell me,” I say firmly to the book the moment the door clicks shut. My mind jumps immediately to Kari, the princess of the Crystal Court. She’s one of my few true friends.
“You should really work on your manners, young one.” The book’s low voice floats through the air, along with a sizzle of magic.
