“Such interesting specimens we have found lurking in our basement,” Oberon says, as his eyes move down the line. “A child with diluted fae blood who should never have come to this world.”
Araceli’s head lifts and she meets his look with hard eyes. She’s grown a spine somewhere in the last two years. Good for her.
“A son of Uriel and a son of Raphael,” the king continues, and then smirks. “Who shared the same bed last night.”
My eyebrows lift at that. How does he know? Jonah’s gaze jerks to Bastien and Marcus, clearly very confused.
He pauses on me and a chill runs down my spine. There’s something very unnerving about him, and I’m not scared of anything. Then his gaze continues to Kassiel and Olivia.
“And finally, a son of Lucifer and a son of Michael, both consorting with the daughter
