Chapter 39
My breath caught. This was the reason the Guardian had always been intrigued by children? Not maternal instinct, but a realization that the young served as useful bargaining chips?
I lunged for Kale, but the hall was spinning around me and beneath me. When I caught my balance, the twenty feet that had separated me and the Guardian a moment earlier was now fifty. Dozens of fae sat, stood, and lounged at a long wooden table that blocked me from her.
The chain around my neck, however, had disintegrated. So I guessed that was a good thing.
Not so good, though, when Kale and Hazel remained at the center of attention. “Children?” The Queen’s voice was as sharp as broken glass. “You think children will make up for your treason? You’ve been gone a long time, girl. I’ve borne childre
