Chapter 52
When Sentry finally does start breathing again, it’s faster than ever. A drop of sweat rolls out of his helmet and drops from his jaw.
I look at the patch of fairy skin Malyn is holding. Does it contain the soul of the fairy who enslaved Sentry?
I don’t like that word, enslaved. I prefer employed, although I know Sentry’s loyalty—or should I say bond?—goes beyond an employment relationship.
Malyn looks at Sentry. “Who should we bind this one to? A guard, perhaps?”
Sentry finds his voice at last. “I have a message for the queen.” He bows, looking like the perfect soldier.
“Who dares interrupt me when I made it clear that I was busy?”
“The king, Your Majesty,” says Sentry. “He wishes to see you.”
“Why?”
“He did not tell me. He only commanded me to fetch you to his chamber
