Fae’s Power
Riona
I’m losing my patience.
Riona read the words as they appeared in front of her, wishing she could wipe them from her mind as easily as she could from the spelled journal.
I’m losing my patience.
She knew what would happen to her and Griffin if they didn’t return to Myrkur soon.
King Egan. He was the only king she’d ever known until stepping foot outside what the Light Fae called the prison realm. Egan raised her from a small child. He’d given her a purpose, a calling. And at one time, she’d loved him for it.
Maybe not in the way a normal fae loves. She’d watched how Queen Brea looked at her children, the heartbreaking agony she’d felt when Callum O’Shea tore them from her. Riona had never felt that way about anyone. With Egan, she’d appreciated all he’d done for her
