Page 146 of Hell Fae King

We’re coming, I wanted to tell Typhos as I resumed our journey, only with a faster pace.We’re coming!

I started to run, my spirit suddenly filled with an urgency I couldn’t define. But Az had said to follow?—

The world shifted as I fell into the tunnel entrance, my palms flying upward to catch myself before I face-planted onto the cobblestone path. “Ow,” I groaned, my foot throbbing from whatever I’d caught it on.

Az and Ajax were instantly there, both of them saying my name in unison. I winced, feeling like a complete klutz.

New Hell Fae Queen Rule Number One,I thought to myself.Watch. Your. Step.

That should be common sense. But apparently I’d let my emotions control me…again.

Maybe that should be the first rule,I mused.Don’t Get Emotional.

Of course, I wasn’t supposed to have any rules.

Yet my mind was clearly focused on?—

“She tripped over the death stone,” Melek said, interrupting my mental gymnastics and causing me to frown.

“What?” The death stone had shattered into pieces after I last used it. “I tripped over pebbles?” And why the hell were they on this path?

“It re-formed,” Melek said, stepping around to squat in front of me. I was propped up by my palms, looking like a clumsy fool. But the moment the rock came into view, I forgot all about how I’d fallen.

Because Melek was right.

The rock hadre-formeditself. “Or is it a new stone?” I whispered, my brow furrowing. “What’s that with it?” I could see a little piece of what looked like scrap paper in his hand.

“A note,” Melek said.

He stood as I went back to my knees, then held out the “note” for me. It was small, reminding me of a business card.

But the words were very clear because they were glowing like literal fire on the white parchment.

“Glad you finally got my message, Queen Camillia,” I read out loud. “A mutual friend said to give you this. In dreams, M.”

My brow furrowed.

“What the fuck does that even mean?In dreams? And what message is he or she referring to? And who the hell isM?Maliki?” I guessed, pushing up to my feet to spin around and look for the meddling fae.

“Morpheus,” Melek said, giving me pause. “I can feel his essence all over that note.”

“That explains the dreamlike sensations,” Az added.

“What?” I looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“He’s the God of Dreams, and the Morpheus Kingdom is where he resides since it’s, well,his. He must have been trying to coax you here with his magic.” Az sounded irritated.

It was an irritation I felt, too. “Why not just call?”

“That’s not how Mythos Fae work,” Melek replied, amusement underscoring his tone. “They’re cryptic.”

“Then you must be best friends,” Ajax deadpanned.

“With Morpheus? No. But I am fond of him,” Melek told him. “However, I’m much more interested in themutual friendhe’s mentioned. I assume that’s Zenaida?”

“Considering he left Cami a death stone that’s either the same one Zenaida gave her or similar to it, then yeah, I’d agree with that guess.” Ajax drew his fingers through his thick hair, his expression darkening. “Or it could be Shade. Morpheus seems like the type of fae he’d befriend for fun.”

My jaw clenched, my mind whirring.