No one, not even Lord Kieran, could stop the Faerie Queen this time, unless Iris summoned Killian willingly. She didn't need half a brain to know that calling Killian was the same as willingly accepting her fate in the Faerie Queen's hands. Both of them wanted to take each respective throne. One was from her ancestor, while the other was for the faes' greater good and future.
"No." Iris still resisted despite her pain, "I'd rather die than become a darkling like you."
"What an ungrateful thing to say, dear daughter. You humans don't know how to value favors at all. Silly little mortal, do you think you could get away from me by being mated to Kieran?" The Faerie Queen tsked and shook her head in disappointment, not that Iris cared about what Queen Asheera thought of her.
