Chapter Three
By the time Melody could bring herself to move, the throne room was nearly empty. There was a handful of Fae standing around in clusters gossiping, a couple of humans and Brynn. Her gaze was drawn to him chained in the corner. He now sat down, his back against the wall, and as if he could feel her gaze on him, he looked in her direction.
“I wouldn’t if I was you.”
She turned to see who’d spoken to her, finding a human at her shoulder. He was only a little taller than her, had a scattering of freckles, sandy brown hair and dark blue eyes. “Wouldn’t what?”
“Whatever you were planning. Don’t feel sympathy for him. He killed one of Dione’s knights. If you help him, you won’t end up chained next to him. You’ll be dead. They’ve got no reason to keep a human alive.”
“I hadn’t p
