Grave Mistake by D.D. Miers & Graceley Knox

Author:D.D. Miers & Graceley Knox [Miers, D.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chaotic Press, LLC
Published: 2018-08-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Whatever charm the fairies used to put Ethan and Cole to sleep didn't work on me, presumably thanks to Gwydion's inside-out jacket, so I had the pleasure of being bound and dragged up onto the back of a horse behind the bearded man, something I vehemently disagreed with but couldn't do much about. Not that I didn't try. I summoned every dead thing in the area I could reach, including some massive shambling animal I didn't even recognize, and was promptly and completely shut down with a few casual gestures by the fae. I might as well have not even bothered. I did manage to slap a few of them with necrosis when they went to tie me up and scored one a good kick in the dick, but at that point, all I was saving was my pride.

I watched, sick with anxiety, as they threw Ethan, Cole, and Gwydion onto the backs of their horses, not even removing the arrow from Gwydion, and carried us away.

We hadn't been riding long before we reached a green path, which shortly became a well-trod dirt road, then a little later paved in stone brick. By this time, the palace was in view.

A massive, glittering golden building, frothing with spires and filigree, it looked like something Disney would reject for being too overwrought. Greenery cascaded from every wall and window, flowers almost more common than the omnipresent golden scroll work. It was beautiful, to be certain, but it had nothing on the Unicorn, and anyway, I was busy being absolutely pissed as hell.

At last they brought us to a huge courtyard garden, so thick with plants there hardly seemed to be space for people, bordered on all sides by fine white marble columns. A massive oak tree stood at one end of the courtyard, and its trunk had been grown, not carved, into the shape of an elaborate throne, set with gemstones and ivory.

The woman who sat on it was, without a doubt, a Queen. You would have been able to tell she was a Queen even without the crown or the beautiful golden gown. She would have been a Queen stark naked. One flash of those dark eyes would make that clear. The fact that she was at least twice the height of anyone else here also might have contributed to her aura of regal superiority.

Being Summer Queen, I'd half expected a blonde, maybe a red head. But Titania's hair was the black of rich soil, her skin as dark as a summer night. She glowed like the heart of the sun and held a golden staff in one hand, which seemed to have a living star set in its filigreed head.

We were brought before her, me walking between two guards and the other three unceremoniously dumped. The bearded man knelt to yank the arrow from Gwydion's chest. As soon as it was out, Gwydion woke, coughing and sputtering.

I shot a quick look at the men on either side of me,

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