“NO.” THE HEAD COOK didn’t bother to elaborate. Just slapped her rolling pin against her opposite palm while the fae around her settled into two solid lines of resistance. Her gaze struck Lupe, something bright sparking between them before the cook shook her head as if to clear it then turned her attention to me. “You swore to free us from servitude, not saddle us with the ne’er-do-well son of the Queen we supplanted. Fix this.”
Her words tugged at my promise, the compulsion strong. But I had no way to fix what she saw as a problem. The Kingmaker now belonged to Erskine and Lupe, even if they couldn’t physically reach it. Meanwhile, the head cook’s bad experiences with the Unseelie Court’s former monarch suggested it would take a massive sea change for her to accept the rat’s son as her k
