“Why are you here?” It was abrupt, cutting, and Azalea could see the teeth in the question. In the midst of Kai’s heartfelt reunion, King Xavier had seen an opportunity to point out the obvious: That the elf didn’t belong.
“Xavier.” Luca, the eldest Rosario, said it like a warning.
After their last confrontation, Azalea had anticipated this kind of treatment but his words still stung a bit. “Kai said you did a study on shifters with similar genetics.” Taking in Xavier’s quirked brow and the slight smile of Luca who seemed set on encouraging her to speak, she continued. “I would like to see it. I think it can explain why Kai is so . . .” Glancing over her shoulder to where the children had all taken a seat around Kai talking quickly, often over each other, she noticed that the faerie had
