Chapter 21
I REACHED FORWARD AND grabbed onto Robert’s arm. I needed him to listen.
“Oh, no,” I said, shaking my head. “Not at all. The only reason I’m standing here today, fighting to be the stupid High Warlock, is because I want to have the power to help you. To change what the Council has done.”
The fae king looked at me. His icy stare coiled its tendrils around me and made me shudder inwardly. The last thing I wanted to do was cross him. “You feel the same way about my realm? Tavlor said you did.”
“Oh, yes,” I said, nodding rapidly. “Your people need help, King Ankor. And I’m going to make sure they get it.”
His world needed magic; they needed food, they needed safety and comfort. To live forever in such a state was simply tragic. Especially for a people who were born with incredi
