Page 69 of Hell Fae Prince

“It’s quite a gift, really,” she murmured. “But you need to use it properly.”

That last part was stated with her trademark annoyance, her hand falling away.

“Honestly, Camillia, I have no idea what you were thinking on that dance floor. All you had to do was hold on to him for a few more minutes, and the charms would have done their part in weakening him.”

Charms?

And who was thishimshe mentioned?

“Instead, you shoved the light back into him, returning him to his throne.” She shook her head. “Your grandmother is going to be very disappointed in you.”

“Grandmother,” a feminine voice echoed with a snort. “Fae, I hate that term.”

My mother winced, her attention turning upward as a black-haired woman with glorious golden-tipped wings floated toward us.

She resembled the woman from the statue in the fountain, but that wasn’t what caught my eye the most. It was the flickering sky behind her that held me captive.

Smoky and black, not blue.

But with a blink, it showcased a beautiful day.

How bizarre…

“Apologies,” my mother said, her focus on the angel touching the ground.

I stared at her, a unique form of familiarity striking me in the gut.I know her, I realized. Yet I had no idea how, as I was certain I’d never seen her before.

But there was something about her eyes…

Piercing gray in color.

And cruel.

So, so cruel.

I… I wasn’t sure how I knew that. She didn’t look particularly evil. But there was just something exceedingly wicked about her, an instinctual response that I couldn’t explain. All I wanted to do wasrun.

No.

Not run.

Fight.

My brow furrowed at the conflicting urges. Part of me wanted to flee, and the other part wanted to hurt this woman.

Where is this coming from?I wondered, dizzy from the insane instincts rioting inside me.How do I know this woman?

Grandmother, a voice instantly replied. Because my mother had just used that term and the woman had scoffed at it.This is my grandmother.

Only, I’d never met her before.

Yet I knew her. Deep down, my soul recognized hers. And I did not like her.

“Well, let me look at you, Camillia,” the female said, standing a few feet away, her wings disappearing in a wink. “You did a number on that dress.”

Frowning, I glanced down at the gold fabric hanging in tatters around me.Uh, that’s… hmm.I was covered in the appropriate areas, but practically naked otherwise.

“She fought the charms,” my mother explained.