Chapter 28
My eyes begged him to reconsider, but Ryder’s smile stayed as broad as ever. The Kingmaker passed from my hand to his as easily as if I hadn’t been coerced into parting with it.
“Now, bring me the Kingmaker,” the Queen murmured, her words musical.
Ryder, it appeared, wasn’t frozen the way I was. He sauntered through the drifts of flower petals until he was within spitting distance of her. “Sure thing, Queenie.”
The pleasure in his voice warned of his purpose one millisecond before Ryder reared back to stab our nemesis. No wonder he’d been so glad to go along with her manipulations. No wonder there’d been no apology in his eyes when he snatched the sword out of my hand.
But I could have told him it wouldn’t work. The Unseelie Court wasn’t in love with their monarch, so she’d
