Page 446 of Bitten By the Fae

Because my mate was all about life.

And that told me whatever she truly intended to do would be about creation, not destruction.

“It’s not a fully contrived plan, but it’s a fair one,” she concluded. “It marries retribution to reformation. Because we will punish those who have wronged the Midnight Fae, and we will reform this realm.”

“And you expect us to just join you in this effort? To trust you to see it through?” my father asked, a hint of censure in his tone.

“Yes,” she replied.

Both his eyebrows shot up. “Just like that?”

Now it was her turn to repeat the word. “Yes.”

He huffed a laugh. “I had no idea you were so naïve, Aflora.”

She responded with a laugh of her own, but it lacked humor. “Why do all Midnight Fae mistake my sincerity for naïveté?” She voiced it as a rhetorical question, her expression sobering after a beat. “I’m not naïve, Laki. I’m the Earth Fae Queen, a mantle I took on at the young age of seven after the Midnight Fae Elders killed my parents for consorting with Quandary Bloods.”

She pressed her palm on the table, a tree beginning to take root over her fingers, growing while she pressed on.

“I’m not naïve. I’m a survivor. A survivor who stood up to a crazy abomination not once but twice, and lived. A survivor who was bitten against her will and taken to a kingdom starkly different from her own, yet learned how to not only use their magic but embrace it as well.”

The tree sprouted upward, igniting in a flurry of branches as she stood, her hand functioning as a root beneath the creation as she continued to speak.

“A survivor who nearly destroyed a roomful of Elite Bloods in fury after the Midnight Fae Council killed her mate. A survivor who then helped bring that mate back from the dead, only to be rewarded with an ascension she never wanted, thereby marking her as an abomination for life.”

Magic swirled through the limbs, the tree itself only about a foot tall but boasting a hell of a lot of power.

“A survivor who has matedfourdifferent Midnight Fae lines,” she said, the smoky tendrils of energy taking on the various hues of all her mates.Cerulean. Red. Purple. Green.“A survivor who has passed three ascension trials in less than two months, earning favor with the dark source and finding a way to successfully combine it with the earth source.”

The tree began to grow upward, the movements measured and controlled by Aflora’s power.

“I’m notnaïve. I’m energy redefined. A queen of two worlds. An abomination. And a royal who craves creation and life over death. Midnight Fae have been taught to adore violence for too long. It’s time for an outsider to show them how toliveagain. I’m that outsider, the survivor who knows how to fight without bloodshed. The survivor who knows how towinwithout killing those she’s up against.”

Multicolored leaves sprouted from the branches as she sent the tree sprawling across the table like vines, the organism morphing before our eyes.

“The Midnight Fae have forgotten how to love and respect one another,” she concluded softly, her focus falling to her invention as the roots and branches began to twine together to form beautiful arrays of color as their pieces blended and matured as one. “Together, we can unite the Midnight Fae.” Thebranches went up in flames in her next breath, her stunning tree disintegrating to ash. “Or together, we can watch them all burn.”

She took her seat once more, clasped her hands before her, and said, “The choice is yours.”

Sweet Fae.

Aflora’s display of power, coupled with her words, had me wanting to push back from the table and bow at her feet.

She’d burned down her tree. Destroyed it. And then she’d accompanied it with a statement that had floored me.

I had no idea what to say to her. Hell, I’d forgotten how to fucking breathe.

From the expressions of others at the table, I wasn’t the only one wanting to worship the goddess among them.

But it was Laki everyone waited for.

He studied the ash on the table, his expression giving nothing away. Then he stood, causing Zakkai to straighten in his chair beside me, immediately on guard.

Aflora didn’t move, her eyes holding the former Source Architect’s gaze.

He walked around the table, all of us observing his every move.

“Stand,” he told Aflora as he moved into position behind her.