A Fate so Cruel (Fae of Alastríona #3)

“I do not need a team,” Rion said for the third time. It was the same argument before every assignment. Nàdair’s rules were strict when it came to missions. Warriors were to be sent in a group of three or more. Two to carry it out and one to report if anything went awry.

He was the only exception to that rule. Mostly because half the time his team members tried to take matters into their own hands where his life was concerned. It never ended well. “You and I both know they’ll just get in my way.”

Alec quirked a brow at him as if to accuse Rion of enjoying it. He’d done that more than once, too.

“They’ve already been assigned.” Rion tapped his foot on the marble floor and glared at his brother. A look that sent others running in fear. It certainly made the male standing beside the throne uncomfortable enough to inch back a step. Rion bared his teeth. He’d never cared for the male or the way he often looked at Saoirse. But Alec had chosen him as an advisor. Short of killing him, he was here to stay. Rion’s gaze traveled down to the ring around his finger depicting a crow. Such a gaudy thing.