To Claim A Fae by Mila Young

Author:Mila Young [Young, Mila]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-24T05:00:00+00:00

Deimos

“Fuck, Luther, I thought we were doing it together?” Some days I want to punch my brother so hard for the simple satisfaction of how much he frustrates the hell out of me.

“The moment felt right.” He shrugs and stares out at the snow-covered woodland surrounding us.

Guards are behind us. We left the kingdom with help from the mages, making us undetectable by the Bloodcursed for just long enough to race away from the castle where they linger.

“We were alone,” Luther continues, justifying himself. “Stuck in the cottage out in the woods during a storm. And well, the discussion came up, and it just happened that I had grandmother's ring on me.”

I narrow my gaze at him with pure disbelief. “You've carried that thing with you since you were eight when she gave it to you, so don't fucking lie to me.”

He glances over to me from atop his black mare, half smiling, not remorseful at all about asking Guendolyn to marry him without me there. “You really want to do this now, while we're going to meet Father?”

“Fuck yes,” I say. “We had agreed, but keeping your word is impossible for you.”

“What are you angry about the most, brother?” he snaps back. “That somehow you think you'll miss out, or that I spent a night with her and you didn't?”

“Fuck you.” In truth, he's right on both accounts, but I won't admit it out loud. I'm still pissed at the stunt he pulled. I turn my attention to the landscape, keeping an eye out for Bloodcursed. That is the focus, not the fire brewing in the pit of my stomach that I wanted to be there for Guendolyn.

The more I think about it, the more sure I become that I want to hold my own proposal to her, with my own ring. It feels right that she has one from each of us. Once we arrive back, I'll put that into action. In all honesty, I wanted us to do this before she found out Ahren was marrying someone else. For her to know she wasn't alone, that she always had Luther and I.

It's not too late, but we have to escort our dickhead father back to our home. First get this worthless exercise out of the way, then I'll be back in the castle with her.

“I still don't understand why we have to greet the bastard,” Luther growls in my direction as our horses trot alongside one another along the wide path.

The sunlight is bright, the sky clear, but being out here is the last thing I want.

“Mother insisted.” If it was up to me, our real father would have never been invited to Ahren's wedding... and this is why I detest political bullshit.

Luther grumbles something under his breath, his knuckles white from how tightly he holds the reins. We all hate our father for different reasons, but at the core of the problem, he's an arrogant turd who puts wealth and status before family.

“You think he'll bring his bride?” Luther sneers when he asks the question.

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