Crown of Tides and Fury (Crown of the Fae King Book 2) by L.L. Muir

Author:L.L. Muir [Muir, L.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Green Toed Fairy
Published: 2023-09-16T18:30:00+00:00

A cold supper was waiting for us in the fridge. Little brown lunch sacks with sandwiches on croissants, a cold banana, and crisps—chips. Alwyn wasn’t a fan of serving a piece—a sandwich—in place of a meal, but he was happy to eat it if someone else had done the work. In this case, it was Ivy and the boys, and he gushed his appreciation.

Crisps and pieces--I was starting to use their lingo, but I would never get used to calling a bathroom a toilet. That was just a bridge too far.

I woke in the dark, well before dawn, and knew there was no use trying to go back to sleep when there was a book, somewhere in the house, that might tell me what Hank really was.

In fuzzy slippers and a black nightgown, I took my phone as a flashlight and made my way to the war room. No one had said where they’d stored the boxes when the men had joined us in the kitchen the night before. The war room was the logical place. No need for locks when burglars wouldn’t be able to find the house, even if they were looking for it. And no need to secure it from the rest of the team.

Or at least, I hoped so.

As I approached the closed door, I heard the low murmur of voices. Many voices. And when I stepped inside, I found I was the last one to the party.

Ivy and Everly sat on the couch where Wickham’s sisters used to sit. Persi and Kitch were against the wall, on a pile of pillows. Wickham and Urban sat on the floor, facing their wives, with the silver boxes between them, and Flann and Brian sat on chairs, making the circle complete.

Ivy scooted to the side and patted the cushion beside her. “Here you go.”

I held onto Urban’s shoulder while I stepped between him and Kitch. There was barely room to walk between all the knees and boots and the small stack of boxes, but I made it to the couch all right. Then I laughed at them. “Everybody cozy?”

Wickham grimaced. “I didnae wish to wake anyone, but I…”

“Couldn’t wait.” Everyone finished his sentence for him, and we laughed, though quietly.

Each of the three boxes was roughly the size of a computer tower, about sixteen inches by twenty, and half as deep. The one on top had already been opened. No lid in sight, book still inside. I hadn’t missed much.

“It’s taken us an hour to get it open,” Kitch said, waving a screwdriver. “No hinges. Sealed shut.”

“Aye, by more than just soldering,” Wickham grumbled. “He couldn’t have assumed the rest of ye could open it without me. Used every ward on it, the bastard.”

Kitch chuckled. “And what did ye think? When we left him, he kenned we’d go hunting for the thing the moment we were back. He never expected us to find it without ye, did he?”

Wickham conceded, rubbed his hands together, then smiled around the circle and reached for the book with his bare hands.

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