Twenty-Three
“Miss Larkenwood,” Olive says. A guardian sword forms in one hand and a knife in the other as she shakes her head. “On the wrong side of the law once again, I see. However did you manage to find your way to the Seelie Court?”
“It was all thanks to you. You lead me right here.”
She narrows her eyes. “Still a liar, I see.”
“Since we’re on the subject of liars,” I say as I move slowly in front of Chase, “what are you doing wearing someone else’s uniform?”
“This is mine,” Olive snaps. “I’ve been part of the Seelie Queen’s personal guard for over three decades.”
“If that’s true, why aren’t you frozen on the platform with the rest of the guards who were supposed to be protecting the former queen last night?”
“Not that I’m required to answer to you, but I returned from my duty
