Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 743

Chapter 743: Legion

"Now that we’re on the same page," Annequin said, "I was hoping you might permit me to remain here a while longer. To observe, to understand the ways of the Free Fae. Progress between allies begins with familiarity, after all. And when you choose to visit Astaria, you would be afforded the same courtesy."

She paused, then added lightly, "As I mentioned, this is also a rare opportunity for me to rest from the endless demands of my people."

Queen Seraphira hesitated, her fingers tapping lightly against the rim of her goblet as she considered the request. Understanding Annequin a little did not mean trusting her. If anything, the longer the Queen of Astaria spoke, the more Seraphira sensed how much was being deliberately left unsaid.

Annequin noticed the hesitation immediately.

"You still don’t trust me," she said.

Seraphira did not answer. She lifted the goblet to her lips instead and took a slow sip.

Annequin released a weary sigh. "Then let’s do this another way. I’ll swear an oath."

That got Seraphira’s attention.

"Oaths among the Fae are binding," Annequin continued. "We can swear it to your goddess. I believe that should be sufficient."

The goblet hit the table with a dull thud.

"Before we do that," Seraphira said, "there is something I want to know."

Annequin tilted her head. "Oh?"

"What is your ability?"

There it was.

"Excuse me?" Annequin asked.

"You heard me," Seraphira replied, her voice firm, and unyielding. "Show me your gift."

The air between them tightened as power pressed against power. For a long moment, neither queen moved, neither willing to yield ground.

Then Annequin exhaled.

"Fine," she said, pushing herself to her feet. "But there’s one thing."

Seraphira’s eyes narrowed. "What?"

"Don’t scream."

A scowl immediately crossed Seraphira’s face as she straightened, her instinct sharpening. If this was a threat, she would meet it head-on.

Annequin walked several steps away, creating distance between them. She rolled her shoulders once, as if loosening tension she’d been carrying for far too long, then drew in a deep breath.

The first thing Seraphira noticed was the sudden drop in temperature.

The air became biting cold, raising gooseflesh along her arms. Oh. A winter Fae. Seraphira realized it at once, her gaze flicking to Annequin’s blue hair, now seeming darker, and deeper.

Then the shadows came.

They poured out of Annequin like smoke, thick and rolling, swallowing the Faelight as they spread across the room. The darkness itself was unsettling—but it wasn’t what sent fear clawing up Seraphira’s spine.

It was the eyes.

Glowing red. Dozens of them.

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