Chapter 22
TAVLOR THREW OUT HIS Fae powers so fast I was stunned to see the shimmer of a protective shield moving in front of us. I flew back against the couch with the sheer force of his magic but managed not to fall off anything. I didn’t want Charity to think I was weak.
Then again, I probably shouldn’t care what she thought of me, not when she and three other Council members were on the other side of the shield, scowls on their faces. They prowled like zoo animals before it, back and forth, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
Charity’s face was red and pinched, brows furrowed low over her eyes, nostrils flaring like a bull about to charge. Her hands were on her hips and if it was possible, smoke would have billowed from her ears.
“Charity,” Matlock said, his tone low and di
