Description:
Krystal's peaceful life
as queen of Fayterra is shattered when a stranger arrives with a
connection to Jareth that threatens to change everything. Soon her loved
ones are threatened, her people are under attack, and Krystal must face
a devastating loss. As the future becomes bleaker and the mystery
continues to unravel, Krystal's enemies will learn just how far she will
go to defend the people she loves.
EXCERPT:
Krystal took the letter from
Calum and watched as he and Jareth took their leave. Her stomach became a mess
of butterflies as she looked down at Andrew’s handwriting. She had to wonder
why he’d written her a letter, since she and Jareth had only left the farm a
matter of weeks before.
She slid her finger under the
seal and unfolded the parchment, noting how her hands shook as she did so.
Something didn’t feel right. It was almost as if she’d gone back to that day
when she’d opened another letter to learn her mother had died.
But it couldn’t be bad news
again—at least, not like that.
Dear Sister,
It pains me to relay this news
to you, but yesterday Kayne was killed in a hunting accident. I know this
message will take weeks to reach you, and you will likely be in the middle of
Jareth’s sister’s wedding, so I don’t expect you to travel for the funeral. We
will hold a quiet service for him, much like we did for Mother.
Please know that the rest of
the family is well.
Andrew
Krystal read the words over and
over until her eyes became too blurred with tears to make them out. Kayne, the
youngest of her four brothers and only two years older than Krystal. He
couldn’t be dead.
All through her childhood Krystal
and Kayne had clashed wills. Before her abduction from the family farm she’d
been certain he didn’t even care about her—only to learn from Andrew that Kayne
had also wanted to search for her.
Now she’d never have the opportunity
to repair their relationship.
She wiped her eyes with the back
of her hand. Jareth. She had to tell him. Needed to feel his comforting arms
around her.
Where had he gone? The throne
room, she remembered. Calum said they had a new visitor. Still clutching the
letter in her hand, she left the bedchamber.
Krystal passed several people in
the halls, people who had come for Alana’s wedding, but she did not have it in
her to greet any of them. A tiny voice in her head told her she was being rude,
but she couldn’t make it matter.
The doors of the throne room
stood open. Krystal beamed in relief as she recognized Jareth’s broad
shoulders. Calum stood next to Jareth, what she could see of his face an
impenetrable mask. She entered the room and moved toward her husband.
Then Krystal saw the person
speaking to Jareth and she froze. Andrew’s letter slid from her hand onto the
floor.
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