Faerie Lords Boxset by Isabella August

Author:Isabella August
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-12-18T23:00:00+00:00

Zoe spent the next hour sitting awake, fully-clothed, with the little golden compass clutched in her hands. She wasn’t proud of the way that she jumped at every little noise, but it was hard not to feel keyed-up while she stared at the door, waiting for Simon to safely return.

By the end of the hour, all sorts of horrible possibilities began to occur to her. Visions of Simon running into Malcolm prodded at Zoe’s mind, so that she found herself waiting by her plugged-in phone, hesitating over the call button.

Of course, the phone rang before she could bring herself to press the button. She snatched it up, fumbling to answer. “Yes?” she asked, a bit breathlessly.

“It’s me,” Simon’s voice assured her. “I’m on my way back. I just thought I’d let you know.”

Zoe relaxed, letting out a breath. She closed her eyes. “Thanks. I’m, uh. Going a little crazy.”

“I’m sorry if it took a bit. I suspect I had a small time slip on my way out.”

A soft knock at the door jolted Zoe. She jumped, staring at it with wide eyes.

“…Zoe?”

She swallowed. Her heart thudded sickly in her chest. “That’s not you, is it?” Zoe whispered, more quietly now. Her fingers clenched on the compass.

“Wait,” Simon told her sharply. “I’m nearly there.”

Another knock came — this one a bit louder and more emphatic. Zoe frowned. There was some power on the other side, but Simon’s wards were so bright that it was difficult to see very well.

A voice on the other side of the door spoke, vaguely annoyed. “You called me, warlock. Am I wasting my time?”

Zoe pushed to her feet, her heart still hammering in her chest. That hadn’t sounded like Malcolm. It was a younger man’s voice — smooth and lilting, with a slight edge. “Are you expecting someone?” she asked Simon.

“…oh. Damn, that was quicker than I was anticipating,” Simon said. Relief filtered through his voice. “Who did he send?”

Zoe swallowed, tip-toeing closer to the door. She took a deep breath — forced herself to clear her throat. “Hi,” she managed. “Um. Who is it?”

A pause followed, on the other side. “I must have the right home,” the voice said, puzzled. “I can feel the Briars in these wards. Who are you?”

“Someone who can’t let you in,” Zoe admitted. “Can you wait just a moment longer, please?”

A long-suffering sigh followed. “I am quite busy, I would like you to know. I have all manner of things I would rather be doing right now.” She had the impression, however, that Simon’s prospective guest had settled himself outside of the door.

A few minutes later, Zoe heard Simon climbing the stairs. A soft, murmured conversation followed. “Zoe?” Simon’s voice filtered through the door. “I’m coming inside. Can you try to stay calm for me? I’m not sure how overwhelming this might be for you.”

Zoe frowned. “Okay,” she said slowly. She did her best to steel herself against her Witchsight.

The door opened… and Zoe felt the blood drain from her face.

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