One Blood by Tamara Rose Blodgett

Author:Tamara Rose Blodgett [Blodgett, Tamara Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: T. Rose Press LLC
Published: 2023-01-25T13:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

LACHLAN

How dare she? “Jen” had dismissed him. Surely she understands the importance of court? Is she not sister to the Singer king from their decimated Region One?

Yes.

Not that any of those machinations had occurred to her here.

Lachlan stalks down the hall, passing wood doors of approximately the same spacing as the one from which he had been shoved from.

Not true. Jen had not physically shoved him from her domicile, yet his dismissal had been most evident.

Unwanted.

A sidhe warrior. A royal, though a distant one. No matter, he is still of royal blood and deserves to have rudimentary deference. How was he to know what she was wearing was not a garment meant for lounging in one’s private quarters? A green shirt and some beige-colored trousers. Really?

This entire interaction and lack of understanding is Nirvana’s fault. And, to a lesser degree, the brownie. Both should have made clear some basic understanding of how one presents themselves before others.

Such as the ridiculous parading of the Singers through court today instead of allowing them to drink, eat, cleanse —Lachlan shakes his head in irritation, his sword giving a metallic whisper with the movement.

Striding the ten minutes to Nirvana’s domicile, he pivots to an abrupt halt. Lifting his hand, Lachlan uses his knuckles to give a crisp rap on the door.

Nirvana opens the door with caution, peering out at Lachlan with one, ordinary brown eyeball.

In fact, her eyes do not even rival the one who has raised his ire.

Jen.

Jennifer.

“What has lit a fire within you, Lachlan?” Nirvana asks briskly.

And that is the exact flavor of trouble one has when one is immortal. Though Lachlan is expert at schooling his expression, other immortals behold subtle expression nuances and can easily gauge the manner of conflict. The emotional signature, if you will.

“May I come inside?”

He has no desire to air his grievances where spies might lie in the shadows of the corridor. Though Queen Darcel is dead, her supporters live on.

And they are not always aligned with himself, Nirvana, and Starr. The three of them think to move away from the bloodthirsty ways of the dark court.

There were times when that had seemed a hopeless endeavor. Now that their dark queen has passed into the summerlands, it seems possible to lead the Unseelie in a new direction.

“You may pass,” Nirvana says, sweeping her palm as she steps aside to allow him entry.

The sky-blue traveling jumpsuit she had on before lies in the hamper, waiting for a servant’s attention. Mired in filth, it falls across the lip of the woven basket so as to not dirty the other articles of clothing within.

Nirvana’s knee-length hair is bound in a loose plait that reaches mid-thigh in a thick, pink tail.

Her dressing gown is deep emerald, setting off all that pale pink skin and shockingly pink hair.

Her chocolate eyes contrast with the pink-on-pink tones of her body, offering a soothing blend.

Lachlan is keenly aware she longs for the true eye color of the Unseelie.

One cannot have it all, as is the case in Lachlan’s looks.

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