Chapter 19
“You want me to go where!?”
“The Fairy Kingdom hidden in the mountains of Utah,” Westley repeated, his voice like grinding stones.
“You’re out of your cornfed mind!” Malakor’s voice crackled through the phone, vibrating with the kind of bass only a dragon’s vocal cords could produce.
“Look, Mal, I know the history between your kind and theirs, but you owe me one. And I’m cashing it in. Now.”
“Warlord, are you trying to decimate my species!?” the dragon shifter barked. “I set foot in that glitter-filled death trap, and I’ll be turned into a lawn ornament before I can clear my throat!”
“They’re not going to attack you. The Princess is a friend, and my mate is there.”
There was a sudden, heavy silence on the other end of the line. “Wh—Whoa, what? Your mate is a fairy?”
“Yes
