Araton by Brenda Trim

Author:Brenda Trim [Brenda Trim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Alphas, Angels, Babies, Barghests, Cambions, Castles, Children, Demons, Dragon Shifters, Dragons, Faeries, Faes, Fairies, Felines, Felines Shifters, Gnomes, Goddesses, Gods, Harpies, Hobgoblins, Kings, Kippies, Love Story, Mages, Magic, Mates, Ménage, Ménage À Trois, Omegas, Paranormal Romance, Princes, Princesses, Queens, Reverse Harem, Romance, Seelie Faes, Seelies, Shapeshifters, Sorcerers, Sorcery, Trolls, Tuatha Dé Danann, Twins, Unseelie Faes, Unseelies, Valkyries, Vampires, Warlocks, Warriors, Witches
Amazon: B089QXDHK7
Goodreads: 53866775
Publisher: DWA Concepts, LLC
Published: 2020-06-15T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Araton cursed as he and his brothers were forced to land. They’d flown out to the location Zander had told them about when they hit the invisible wall. He was hoping to be able to fly directly to the front door, but the Voodoo Queen was having none of that.

“Look,” Ayil blurted as he pointed at tiny, winged faeries flying around what looked like an enchanted willow. The creatures were from the Unseelie court. Araton knew the powerful female had alliances with many creatures throughout the realm.

It shouldn’t surprise him that she had an agreement with the Unseelie. They were often thought of as the dark and evil side of the Fae, while the Seelie were seen as the light and good. Araton had seen enough to know that was total bullshit. Yes, Cyril, the Unseelie King was a complete fucking jackass that was trying to take over Khoth.

Araton had seen the Seelie Queen a couple times but had never had any dealings with her. The few Fae he’d interacted with proved that they were all capricious, self-centered creatures.

“Her house is that way,” Araton said as he pointed in the direction they needed to travel. “What in God is that smell? It smells worse than rotting demon.”

“That Eau de Swamp Ass,” Abraxos chuckled as they continued at a fast clip. Araton patted his pockets for the stones and salt Zander had given them.

He couldn’t stop thinking of the scene his brothers described to him. There was no sign in the swamp that Lia had driven or even walked there. Her retreating footsteps were the only things visible. None of it made sense. How and why had she gotten there?

The three of them stopped at an old abandoned dock that was barely afloat in the murky swamp. The mist and fog were as thick as pea soup near the water’s edge.

Araton recalled Zander telling him one scratch or bite from a Wendigo and they could become flesh-eating zombies. None of them were certain angels could be turned into flesh eating parasites, but he wasn’t taking any chances. That was only the first obstacle. After passing the Wendigo they’d encounter Wraiths. They could not be destroyed and could devour them in the blink of an eye.

The bayou had a sound all its own that made Araton’s jaw clench with anger that the sexy human with a heart of gold and spine of steel had been dumped in the middle of a blood sacrifice. If he forgot what happened to her, he could almost appreciate it as the crickets chirped and frogs croaked while crocodiles rippled through the water.

When he first arrived at the house to pick up a distraught Lia he’d fallen in love with the scene. The house was surrounded by trees where moss and lichen waged a battle that created a beautiful tableau with dappled sunlight filtering through the boughs. Here he saw more lichen and moss along with mud. Not as appealing as the house had been.

The knee-high grasses tangled around his legs.

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