Chapter 20
It was good, I told myself, that the Queen had cut me loose to find my own garments. The small window of time would allow me to check on Aiti. Perhaps I could pick my mother’s brain about her fated mate in a more roundabout manner than I’d managed previously. I could segue from talk of Ryder unto talk of her past....
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to focus on strategizing as I worked my way through the palace’s corridors. Among werewolves, I’d started getting used to random acts of nudity. In Faery, my lack of clothes stood out like a polar bear in a paintball court.
Still, whispers and snickers were no more than an annoyance. I strode down halls filled with fae without looking to the right or the left. My wet feet slapped against stone then wood as I turned away from the sweet
