Ansel's POV
Did the Fae Queen just bow to Raven?
My jaw tensed. Something about this didn’t sit right. Not the reverence in her voice. Not the look she gave Raven like she’d found the moon herself.
And definitely not the eerie quiet that followed, like the room was holding its breath.
Something was slipping through my fingers. My control, my order and my position.
I took a breath and closed the distance between us. My fingers gripped Raven’s shoulders before I could think better of it. She stiffened beneath my touch.
“Raven,” I said, turning her to face me, “we’re not done talking.”
Her eyes lifted to mine, she looked so uncertain. She opened her mouth like she had something to say.
Then she just—collapsed.
Right in front of me.
My hands jerked forward too late, catching nothin
