Confessions of a Wicked Fae (The Supernatural Spy Files Book 2) by Jenna Wolfhart

Author:Jenna Wolfhart [Wolfhart, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-16T16:00:00+00:00

13

My head connected with the table. Again and again. It was the ultimate head-desk, and I never wanted to stop. If I did, the anguish lurking in the corners of my mind might rush in and drown me. Lugh was gone. Both literally and figuratively. Uisnech had filled me in when I’d woken, still sprawled on Lugh’s floor.

After the King had come to, he’d thrown me away from him and then leapt out of the window, falling like Spiderman himself onto the cobblestones outside the palace. Then, he’d disappeared into the night. Luckily, he hadn’t attacked any of the fae inside of Castle Wraith, but that had come with a price.

He would be lurking in the streets of Edinburgh now—stalking the humans.

“What do we do?” I pulled myself upright and blearily glanced across the table where Saoirse was sitting, purple eyes wide and unblinking. All the colour had trained from her face, creating a stark contrast between her skin and her waist-length dark hair. Boudica, Warin, and Nero had joined us, along with Uisnech. We hadn’t filled the rest of the castle in on what had happened—yet. We needed a plan first.

Not that a plan could make much of a difference now.

We were fucked.

“We need to recover the spear,” Saoirse said in a low voice, eyes still unblinking.

I perked up a little at that. “Have you seen a vision?”

“Not in such basic terms, no,” she said slowly, and then frowned. “Lugh’s future as a nightmare wraith is as muddled as the future I tried to see between you and him.” Her eyes suddenly went sharp. “It’s because they’re linked.”

My heart thumped. Of course they were linked. That didn’t make me feel particularly better though. I couldn’t get Lugh’s request out of my head. He wanted me to kill him when he turned into a nightmare wraith. He wanted me to fulfil Caer’s prophecy.

“Before anyone suggests it, I’m not going to kill him.”

Saoirse’s eyes widened. “I would never suggest such a thing. He’s our King, regardless of his current state.”

Warin leaned forward, pounding a fist on the table. We all jumped, and Uisnech let out a little squeak. “Has no one else realised what this means? Yes, it’s a bloody nightmare—pardon the pun—that Lugh’s lost his soul. But this only happened because someone broke his spear. Or sacrificed it.”

Mouth dry, I nodded. He was right. I’d been so overwhelmed by trying to keep my shit together about Lugh that I hadn’t stopped to consider the cause. Eyes wide, I cast my gaze around the table. “They’ve brought back Nemain.”

Warin gave a slow and steady nod, lips set into a grim line. “Yep, which means that recovering the spear isn’t an option.”

“Because the spear no longer exists,” Uisnech said in a low moan, running his long fingers along the top of his skull. “Lugh is gone forever.”

We all sat around the table, staring at each other. I couldn’t bring myself to speak. If I did, I knew I’d break down. I was barely keeping it together as it was.

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