Prologue
Prologue The Faerie Realm Long, long ago Kellan stood before the great wild throne of his Aunt Maeve, his chest heaving with the exertion of not launching himself at her, attacking the new Queen outright. She sat on the throne, her elegant white-blonde hair piled high on her head, her blood-red dress pushing her lovely breasts up toward her face, two dark spots of blush painted on her cheeks. She considered Kellan for a long moment, running her tongue over the deep red of her berry-tinged lower lip. She was so exquisite, one could almost forget all she’d done. Or the silver dagger that she held in one hand, running a fingertip over a blade as sharp as her cunning smile. Her pale green eyes gleamed with excitement, which only riled Kellan up more. He wanted her dead. It seemed an imposs
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