Keeper of Storms (The Fallen Fae Book 3) by Jenna Wolfhart

Author:Jenna Wolfhart [Wolfhart, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

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Reyna

“I’ll need a way to get inside the castle without being seen.” Reyna sat inside the back of an old Illusion House that had been boarded up decades ago, a place where lonely fae had once gone to see their wildest dreams. Now, it was home to a random assortment of former warriors, spies, and thieves. They called themselves The Rebels of the Mists.

And Laoise was a founding member, as it turned out. Instead of asking Reyna to charge in and kill the king on the spot, she’d led the way back through the twisting alleys before arriving here. The large, open, theatre-like space had been transformed into three distinct sections: a make-shift barracks full of sleeping pallets, a living area complete with ragged, threadbare cushions scattered around a circular table piled with scrolls and books, and a dining area where Reyna now sat with the others.

A long oak table stretched between them. Tankards were scattered across the surface, each engraved with the shadow fae sigil: two twisting antlers reaching up toward the heavens. In addition to Laoise, there was a rugged warrior named Finnegan with long silver hair twisted back into a braid. An ancient scar curved from his forehead down to his jaw, and his glassy eyes were distant and unseeing. At first, she’d thought him an ice fae, but he’d assured her he was not.

Duana sat beside him, her black hair cut short above her curving ears. She’d said little since Reyna’s arrival, but she had watched with hawkish eyes. Kelan sat on Finnegan’s other side. Short and slight, with soft brown hair and a fresh-faced smile, he almost looked like a child.

Together, these three—and Laoise—were the leaders of the rebels, who were at least twenty more. The rest were waiting scattered throughout the Illusion House for the final verdict from their leaders.

“If we knew how to get inside the castle without being seen, we would have already done it.” Finnegan braced his forearms on the table, scowling. “We don’t need another would-be spy. We’ve got those coming out of our ears already.”

Reyna took a sip of her drink to give herself time to think, grateful that Laoise had thought to bring the herbs. Her mind was already beginning to feel frayed again. “There are wood fae warriors crawling through every inch of this city. I can’t just walk inside the castle. They know who I am.”

Duana tsked. “I thought you were the hero of the Battle of Fomorian Square. Where’s all your magic?”

“I never called myself that,” Reyna said, sliding her eyes toward Laoise. “And my magic is…gone.”

“Gone?” Duana’s eyebrows slammed down.

“Only for now, love.” Laoise patted Reyna’s arm, smiling. “It’ll return to you when your owl comes back.”

Reyna wasn’t so certain about that. All the magic felt bled dry, as if she were a desert of sand and wind. Parched. There was no longer even a fizzle of it within her veins. When she’d tried to take on the Coinchenn, at least ice had surged within her.

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