A Seelie. A fucking prince,” Lor said. “He’s got a couple hundred more Seelie from a dozen different castes waiting outside. Threatening war. Demanding you shut the place down, stop feeding the Unseelie.”
I gasped, “V’lane?”
“You told him to come!” Ryodan accused.
“She knows him?” Lor exploded.
“It’s her other boyfriend,” Ryodan said.
“Besides Darroc?” one of the other men demanded.
Lor glared at Barrons. “When are you going to wise up and shut that bitch down for good?

Auteur: Karen Marie Moning