Chapter 23
I followed Neeve, with Kian at our heels, through the glittering throng of the Nightshade Court. The courtiers whispered, but I couldn’t catch their words. I could guess at them, though—how strange the mortal girl looked, and how dismaying that their ruler was considering making a match with her.
That wouldn’t happen, though—not if I had any say in the matter.
The crowd parted, opening a path to the dais across the subtly patterned stone floor. I thought we were treading over more vines, a silver inlay twining across the white marble, but I had little attention for the flooring. My focus was on the Dark Elf lord watching us approach. His pointed crown glinted atop his head, though he was dressed in dark silks that seemed no more opulent than the garments of his courtiers.
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