approached me.”
“Rule of might, sweetheart.” Sionnach gestured in the air with one arm, pointing toward Keenan. He smiled sweetly and added, “Maili can’t act as liaison unless she’s the Alpha, the top. She’s not. Rika’s the strongest faery here. Aren’t you, princess?”
“I am.” She nodded her head and straightened her shoulders. “This is solitary territory, not court territory. You have no rights unless the Alpha allows it . . . and since Shy and I are the strongest faeries here, and I’m telling you
Sionnach made an agreeing murmur, once more trying to seem unconcerned that Keenan was there, but inside he was rejoicing. Rika was acting as if she was already Alpha, as if she was the one in power here.
“Leave, Keenan,” Rika demanded.
“Good idea, princess. Make the distraction go away.” Sionnach released Rika’s hand.
Rika’s voice sounded like laughter was about to replace words as she told Keenan, “It’s past time for you to go, Keenan.”
Then, she stood, walked over and took Keenan’s arm, and led him to the mouth of the cave. “Go. And don’t walk into my home again without my permission. You have no authority over me—or right to walk into my sleeping chamber.”
“Ashamed of your choices?” Keenan asked.
After a quiet moment, Rika answered, “Only the one, but that was a long time ago.”
CHAPTER 13
Keenan stared at the faery he’d once hoped would be his queen. “You’re ashamed of loving me?”
Rika laughed. It was painfully different from the soft sound that he’d once found so enchanting. When she was a mortal, she was sweet. She’d trusted him, looked at him with such hope in her eyes, smiled at him with love. He still remembered her that way. He remembered all of the formerly mortal girls he’d wooed. Most of all, though, he remembered those rare girls who had been brave enough or in love enough to take the test to be his queen. Until this year, they’d all failed, but they were special.
“I’m not ashamed of it,” he said quietly. “You were br—”
“No,” she interrupted. “I don’t want to hear your flattery, Keenan.”
He stood silently beside her for a moment before muttering, “The fox doesn’t deserve you.”
“Sionnach knows me better than you ever did.” She shook her head. “All those years I was cursed to stand against you, I’m not sure you ever tried to know me.”
There were words he could say, wicked phrases and lovely reminders, but they would only hide the lie. He hadn’t known her. Sometimes, he thought that the only faeries he truly knew were the Winter Queens—the one he loved and the one he’d killed. For nine hundred years, he’d spent all of his time seeking his missing Summer Queen and trying to rule without his full power. He was realizing of late that he had made more than a few mistakes.
“Knowing you doesn’t mean deserving you” was all he said.
Rika stared at him for a moment, and foolishly, he felt a brush of hope that they could talk rationally. Unfortunately, that hope faded as she folded her arms over her chest and said, “Go away. Don’t come back here.”
He couldn’t truly blame her for thinking she could confront a
Instead of replying, she turned and returned to her cave. Later, he could try again, but for now, he let her go. Some battles were about steadily wearing away at the defenses, not winning in one glorious fight. He wasn’t done here.
Nonetheless, Keenan felt the weight of failure on his shoulders as he left Rika’s cave. The desert had always been one of his solaces; it was one of the rare places in the world where the last Winter Queen had been unable to extend her power. When Rika had first been freed from the then–Winter Queen’s curse and fled to the Mojave Desert, Keenan had believed that he’d have a future ally there. She’d been angry during her time as a Winter Girl, good at convincing girls not to trust him, but she’d loved him once. He’d believed that her anger would fade, that the core of her love was still there. Now, as he walked across the scorching ground, he realized he’d been tragically wrong. Like both his Summer Queen and the new Winter Queen, Rika simply didn’t
There were times when he wished that he could explain, could make them understand that he was as trapped by the curse as they had been. The problem, of course, was that they were trapped because of
He bowed his head as he walked. There hadn’t been a lot of choices left to him. He’d had to try to find his missing queen. He’d succeeded after nine hundred years, but somehow even success came with problems. His queen refused his affections; the faery he loved had become the new Winter Queen; and war seemed imminent. Even after completing a seemingly impossible challenge, he was still losing.
As Keenan reached a rocky outcropping, the faery he’d been contacted by stepped out.
“Your, ah, highness, or . . . what do you call a king?” Maili asked.
Her attitude irritated him, so he ignored the question. “What do you need?”
“You weren’t able to reason with Rika. I can do it. I’ll defeat her for you.”
Keenan looked at the faery. Her tone was far more impertinent than he was accustomed to these days, and her posture was anything but respectful. He didn’t expect meekness, but whether he was her king or not, he was a regent. He was the embodiment of summer itself, protector and leader of a court. That deserved a bit of respect.
Honestly, he simply didn’t understand the solitaries; something about their lack of court always unsettled him. Court, especially the Summer Court, wasn’t just about order. They reveled. They danced. They cared for the other members of their court. Sure, there were questions of obedience, but he didn’t ask his faeries to do anything that wasn’t for their own good or the good of the court. He had spent his entire life striving to make them safe, to protect them from the cold that had threatened, to lead them even though he’d been weakened by the curse. Choosing to be solitary wasn’t something he could fathom.
“No,” he said. “Talk to her first.”
Maili flinched as if he’d struck her. “
For a moment Keenan thought about the angry way Rika and her fox had looked at him. They’d never believe he was trying to be fair, never believe he was trying to do the right thing. They saw only their own desire to keep the desert, not the fact that he could now protect them. The desert was a place of heat; it was only logical that it should become part of his territory. Admittedly, his interests weren’t totally selfless. He