Ráild bowed to her as he tucked his massive black wings behind his back. "Your Highness!" A cold half smile appeared on his face. "We have come to take you." His words were laced with bitter sadistic coldness.
Confusion and disbelief filled her mind. She recognized the others as a part of her team of bodyguards. She could feel Ileus's chest heaving with anger on her back. His men were right behind him and she knew that in front of these Faes, they didn't stand a chance. A shiver ran down her spine. How the hell did they come to know that she was right there? And the rumble that she'd been hearing—it was associated with their arrival.
"What will the princess do?" Ileus whispered, leaning his head near her ear. "Do you want to go back?"
"That is stupid to think!" She snapped, her voice heated.
"If you go with him right now, you will be very welcome in Vilinski, Anastasia." He suggested through his clenched jaws.
