SHE WAS GLAD TO SEE me. That couldn’t be good.
I jabbed out with my slat, ignoring the tremors of wrongness sliding through my body. Marina had no weapon and made no move to stop me, so this should have been easy.
It wasn’t. I felt like I was trying to push a needle through a bar of iron. My arm moved a mere millimeter before freezing into place.
Marina smiled then, the fruity scent of her breath seductively awful. She raised one perfectly arched eyebrow. “Are you ready to discuss your boon?”
Behind me, the slap of bare feet against pavement promised that Jasmine and the other women were fleeing the harem. I was glad. They were safer gone. Still, I swallowed as I realized Tank and I were the only ones left to deal with the fae.
“My boon?” I asked, risking a glance sideways. Tank’s swo
