Chapter 28
Gerrie watched with rapt attention as Koa carried Solveig from the ballroom, Aelfsi trailing behind.
The atmosphere had drastically changed in the ballroom. What was once a room full of tentative truce for the evening, a moment of reprieve from politics and scheming, had turned to suspicion and fear. It was palpable.
Solveig’s ability to banish the shadows only she could sense would be seen as a blessing to some, and a dangerous power to others.
This development would be a catalyst to the incipient war. The time was coming for drastic measures.
That poor mortal girl.
Her grieving parents whisked the body away and the ball came to an abrupt end.
It was disappointing. Gerrie had had big plans for the evening, one last night of fun before she would be called upon to fulfill her duties. Before nothing would be the same ever again.
Time was a luxury Gerrie didn’t have on her side. There was still so much she wanted to accomplish, so much she wanted to do. She had promised Solveig that she would take care of the pettier side of the revenge she was owed.
She assessed Viggo and Noren and grinned inwardly—the pair hadn’t been fazed by the scene and were each downing another glass of wine.
With another glance down the hall where the queens had taken Solveig, she tucked her ruminations away. Solveig was in good hands. Gerrie needn’t worry.
She approached Viggo, her heavy gold dress trailing after her. She drank the tall Fae in.
Oh yes, tonight could still be fun.
Coming up behind him, she slid a hand up his spine, tugging him down so she could whisper in his ear.
He immediately shoved his glass into Noren’s hand and followed Gerrie out of the ballroom. With a glance back at Noren, she winked, hoping to convey an invitation to join them.
If it all went to plan, she would have some fun, release some of her pent-up energy, and have these two witless Idavoll Fae tied up by the end of a pleasurable evening.