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Chapter twenty-seven

Roisin

I swear I was blushing the entire time I was at the party after Brandon had given me an orgasm in the cloakroom. Demon after demon had asked me to dance, and I couldn’t say no because I was so happy, elated even. Who knew having a man give you an orgasm made you feel this way? No wonder my sisters were so happy with their fated mates if they were getting orgasms like the one I’d just experienced.

Tay sent me a wink as she danced past me.

The Demon King himself danced with me.

The hulking Beast was next.

“Your mother said you’re her youngest child,” the Beast said.

He was so enormous it was hard to keep up with him.

“I am.”

“And your father’s favorite.”

I laughed. “That’s what everyone says.”

“And what’s your opinion?”

“On what? ”

“Whatever you’d like to say.”

“Hmm, no one has ever asked me that.”

“You’re my great-grandchild, not sure how many greats are in there, but I, we’d like to get to know you.”

“No offense, but you’re very intimidating.”

He smirked. “I worked hard to get that.”

“Queen Thea too.”

“She worked hard too. It’s difficult ruling powerful people. I’m sure your father would say the same thing. It’s probably even harder for him being a father to so many powerful offspring.”

“I suppose.” I glanced over at my father, who was now dancing with Queen Thea.

“What happened to your son?”

“We left him in the care of a Fae couple because the Autumn Court was too dangerous a place for him with Thea’s sister alive. She was evil and twisted. Crazy. Saltine would check on him occasionally and then tell me, but after the Trappers attacked the Fae, she never returned. We assumed he’d died.”

“You’re close with Saltine?”

“I wouldn’t say that. She agreed to help me instead of me killing her.”

“Why did you want to kill her? From what I’ve heard of the witch seer, she’s only helped people.”

“Long story that involved my imprisonment.” He picked me up and twirled me around as though I were as light as a feather.

I squealed, then laughed. He lowered me back to my feet.

“Saltine is a priestess, not a witch seer.”

“Why would she tell us she was a witch seer?”

“Beats me.” He shrugged. “Things change. The different realms believe different things to what once was. She’s older than me, so she probably adapted to the changes in time. Perhaps that’s why she called herself a witch seer.”

“I suppose. It would be nice to meet her one day and ask her.”

He chuckled. “Believe me, if you meet her, then you better be ready for whatever she says is coming your way, because she’s never wrong. I guess that’s the perk of being a bridge between the divine and having foresight.”

If I ever met Saltine, would she tell me when I’d meet my fated mate? I glanced around the ballroom. Why hadn’t I seen Brandon return after our intimate moment in the cloak closet? A nervous energy bounced inside my stomach and my power flared to my hands. The Beast glanced at the ice covering my palms.

“Problem?” he asked, not missing a step of the dance.

“I’m not sure. The human guard who came with me was here and now I can’t find him.”

“Why is a human here?”

“I accidentally brought him with me the first time I came.”

“Come on.” He stopped dancing and grabbed my hand, taking me across the dance floor to the Demon King. “Rex, the human, have you seen him?”

Rexan frowned. “Not for some time. The last I saw him, he was chasing Roisin here out of the ballroom. ”

My cheeks heated. “He didn’t come back in?”

“No.” The Demon King clicked his fingers, and a demon rushed to his side. He whispered in his ear, and the demon shook his head. “He hasn’t come back inside the ballroom.”

“But he promised he’d follow me back inside.”

Brandon would never break his promise to me. Too much time had passed since I’d left him in the cloak cupboard for him not to be here. For me to not sense him looking at me. Why hadn’t I noticed sooner he wasn’t in the room?

“Then where is he?”

“Relax, he can’t leave the Winter Court,” Rexan said.

“We have to find him,” I said urgently.

“We will. He can’t have gone far,” Rexan said. “I’ll send a search party through the castle. They’ll find him.”

“What if a demon hurt him?”

“He’s quite a formidable opponent. We would have heard a fight.”

“What if they dragged him outside? We wouldn’t have heard that.”

I didn’t say the rest. What if he was freezing to death while we’d been dancing and having a grand party? What if I failed to take him home to his family?

And what if…

The man I’d fallen for died before I admitted I loved him?