A Fate so Cruel (Fae of Alastríona #3)

Rion settled himself into the dark alcove of a nearby building and waited. He watched Nàdair’s main gate. The sentries stationed there had no idea The Demon was so close, evidenced by the one who’d snuck off and returned with a pair of steaming mugs. He hoped for their sake there was only coffee or tea inside. Stronger substances would result in them losing their positions. It was a law their father had implemented after their mother’s disappearance.

Rion’s gaze drifted to the pack he’d placed on the ground. There wasn’t much inside. A pair of clothes, a small medical kit, a vial of tea from Saoirse. The latter probably wasn’t what most would consider important, but it was small and wouldn’t do anything to weigh him down.

Rion returned his attention to the gate. He’d arrived an hour early just to see who would get there first. He wanted to study them first, even if it was only for an hour. Saoirse had been right about one thing. He’d have to constantly watch his back, otherwise he’d end up having a very bad day.

He was nothing to them. An expendable asset. He should have refused. It would have been the smart thing to do, yet Rion couldn’t convince himself to do it. He reasoned it had nothing to do with a pair of amber eyes that had looked at him as if he were a normal Fae instead of a monster.