Tate took the marble steps three at a time as he bound up to the second floor of the dark faerie’s fortress and strode to the bedroom he knew Jaelyn was in. He had been with her father when she was brought there, following along like some lovesick puppy, making sure she was attended to as well as still a bit wary of trusting Jalen. He seemed amused at Tate’s overprotective hovering, watching as he made sure her pillow was fluffed and her shoes were removed before tucking her under the feathered black duvet. It had been hard to leave her behind even as Jalen was beckoning him to dinner, but he knew he had to toss this guy a bone of trust, even if it were an ounce, to keep working his good graces. From what he noticed about the First Faerie, Tate wasn’t in any hurry to test how powerful the
