CHAPTER 1
FARRAH
This was supposed to be a party, so why I felt anything but happy?
Seated at the throne that suddenly appeared beside Lark’s at the main hall of the Shade Fortress after our wedding, I watched as the reception raged on. Even though it had been sudden, Lark had found a way to throw a huge party, complete with performers and fireworks.
The fae, all from the shadow court, indulged in the food and drink and dance, most already too drunk to even remember their name. Amid them all, Lark talked to other male fae. He laughed out loud and patted their backs, sometimes moving his arms wide, as if he too was drunk, but I knew better. He had been holding the same damn glass of champagne since the beginning of the party hours ago, and he had barely drunk a single sip so far. He was
