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A protective instinct in me flares to life when I see the way he stares at her. Like he wants to possess her.

“I looked everywhere. Questioned everyone. Followed every lead. But they were all dead ends.” He begins to pace, never taking his eyes off of my mother. “My favorite wife vanished from my palace, hours after I attended her, and it was as though she never existed in the first place.” He snaps his fingers and opens his palms as if to demonstrate the act of disappearing.

My mother doesn’t respond, just watches the king.

“In fact, when I tried to track down your family, your friends—anyone who came before me—I found they never existed at all. There were fake names for imaginary people. Imagine my surprise when I discovered a spy employed into the royal house had a resume built on lies. A spy that became my wife.”

“Youchoseme, Galleghar,” she says quietly, finally breaking the silence.

He laughs, and worlds should tremble at that terrible sound. “I did, didn’t I?” His smile disappears. “I do like clever creatures—and how clever you were. It took you one night to deceive me.” He holds his index finger up. “Just one.”

He takes a couple steps closer to her, his footsteps echoing throughout the cavern. I can tell just by the way the air darkens at his back—right where his wings should be—that he’s angry and exhilarated all at once.

“I should’ve known,” he continues. “You did warn me how much you loved keeping secrets.” He narrows his eyes. “There’s one secret in particular I’m curious about. You see, when a report came to me a few days ago concerning your whereabouts,” he steps in close to her, his voice dropping to a menacing pitch, “it said I have a son.”

My body stills, fear roaring through my veins. My magic pushes against the underside of my skin, begging to be set loose.

I need to act, I need to save my mother, but the King of the Night is rumored to be one of the most powerful fairies in existence. There’s no way I can subdue him. But every moment I hesitate is another moment wasted. How can I possibly get my mother and me out of here?

“Well?” he pushes, “is it true?”

Even from what little I can see of my mother, I can tell she’s lifted her chin. “What use is my word, Galleghar? Haven’t we already established that I’m a liar?”

The Night King eyes her shrewdly. He’s about to do something, I can sense it. There’s so much pent-up aggression behind his eyes and he wants to unleash it.Needsto unleash it.

I’m about to reveal myself when he drags his gaze away from my mother and looks at the caves that surround us. I duck back behind the column just before his gaze moves over the section of the cavern I’m in. Whatever his malevolent intentions are, he reins them in.

“So, this whole time, this is where you’ve been? Arestys’ caves? No wonder I never found you. Even the lowliest slave wouldn’t willingly subject themselves to this shithole.”

“How it must wound you then,” my mother says, her voice lilting, “to know I chose this over you.”

His eyes snap back to her. He stares at her for a second, and then he flicks his wrist. A burst of his magic blasts into her, and my mother is viciously thrown to the cavern floor.

I swear my heart stops for a moment, and then my fury rises, drowning my fear. It rushes through my veins, thicker than blood.

No one lays a hand on my mother.

I step out from behind the column, my magic making the shadows gather around me.

“I came here planning to kill you,” the king continues. His entire focus is so fixed on my mother that he doesn’t see me, even though I’m in plain sight. He has eyes only for her.

He threads a hand into her hair and jerks her head up to face him. “But on second thought, perhaps I’ll keep you and let you live. Perhaps every night I’ll let you choose the man who will force himself on you.”

My power is building on itself, my wrath fueling it. I take a step forward, and then another, but neither of them notices. They only have eyes for one another.

My mother laughs in the king’s face, mocking his threat. “So long as it’s not you attending me, I welcome the punishment.”

The hairs on my arm rise. Both my mother’s words and her voice sound different. I’ve always thought she was soft, but she’s not. Gods, is it clear to me now more than ever that she’s not. She’s whoever she wants to be—loving mother, royal spy, reluctant concubine, clumsy scribe. And beneath all her masks is a woman that should make men quake.

The king reels back, just as shocked by her words as I am.

I see the moment that shock melts away, the cruel lines of his face sharpening. His anger is so like mine. It churns right beneath the surface, gathering force.

No wonder my mother stared at me so fearfully all those years ago when I lost control of my own anger and my power lashed out of me. No wonder she’s drilled into me the need for control. She saw what I’m only now seeing—

I am my father’s son.

“Anyone but me?” he says. “Is that it? You’re used to servicing slaves and thieves?” That anger of his is mounting. “Perhaps if I am so bad, then I should do the honors.” His hand reaches for his belt, and that’s all I can take.