Chapter Twenty-EightCrozelle found me leaning against the bed pole, legs stretched in front of me some time later. Her eyes widened when she took in my appearance, just a small fraction. Either I looked like hell, or she recognized the dress.
“Is her majesty finally ready to see me?” I asked with a touch of sarcasm.
Stiffening, Crozelle turned back to the door. “Follow me.”
At the door, Roderick fell into step beside me, eyes cold, expression stoic. He didn't even spare my bruised face a glance. As if he had no idea who I was, just a person he happened to be walking beside on a crowded street. No, that would've been a casual walk, and this was by no means casual. Sandwiched between the dark-haired Fee and Roderick, I was all the bit the prisoner of the Seelie Court.
Did Roderick care,
