CHAPTER 38

The queen and her consort needed a private
moment, it seemed. Elide had been more
surprised to see Fenrys in his beautiful male
form than the gold that he and Gavriel bore,
near-spilling out their pockets.
Lorcan laughed softly as they packed the
treasure into their bags. More than some
people could dream of. “At least she’s
thinking one step ahead.”
Fenrys stilled where he crouched before his
bag, the gold in his hands shimmering like his
hair. There was nothing remotely warm in his
dark eyes. “We’re only in this position