laws.”
“You want to be a ble to justify attacking him?” she asked as she once again came to a halt in front of him.
“I don’t have to justify myself, ” he quipped. But it will make it easier in the long run for some who might be otherwise difficult to convince to follow me.” He took a deep breath and popped his neck, getting rid of the tension that had been gathering there. “The facts are this, my dear,” he took her hand and pulled her to him as he spoke, “Triktapic is the king once again, put in that position by the Forest Lords. He is destined to rule.”
“You sou nd resigned to defeat my love. It isn’t very attractive.”
He laughed. “You know me better than that. Defeat is not a term I even recognize in my v ocabulary. Do not fret, My Sweet. The Forest Lords have set out Trik’s destiny before him. They control him. But I am master of my own destiny. I choose my future. And my future does not have Trik in it as king.”
“Okay, let’s get this thing over with,” Elora said dryly as she slid the van door open and began to climb out.
“Don’t you think we should maybe have a plan before we go in there?” Lisa asked while not making any move to exit the vehicle.
“I don’t know what there is to plan,” Elora said from where she stood on the sidewalk with her arms folded across her chest. “Cassie is with an elf assassin in another realm. That’s all there is to it.”
“You’re going to reveal our world to them?” Cush asked her . He didn’t sound alarmed, however, only resigned.
“They’re not going to believe us, ” Lisa said matter-of-fact like. “They’re going to hear us begin to talk about their daughter and as soon as we say, elves , and, other realm , they’re going to send us packing.”
“Well , you don’t really have any other option,” Oakley pointed out.
“Sure we do. ” Elora smiled. “We can head to Sin City to see Trik’s friend.”
Cush’s head snapped up and his eyes narrowed. “You know Tony?”
Elora frowned, not sure why he was giving her his I’m not quite in control look. “I know of him. We haven’t exchanged digits or anything. Trik told Cassie about him and their ‘business,’” she made air quotes around the word business, “and naturally Cassie told me.”
“Naturally,” he responded just as dryly as Elora typically did.
“So , to continue my point, my dear brother,” she began again, giving Cush a pointed look, “we definitely have a choice. But we would be making the wrong choice if we didn’t stop here first and tell them what is going on.”
The creaking of the front passenger door broke the sudden silence as Lisa climbed out. “You’re right, we have to do this. If I were in their place and it was either of you missing I would want to know, no matter how impossible it seemed.”
“This is more along the lines of delusional, Mom,” Oakley said.
“Not helping,” Elora sung out through a grim smile.
Cush and Rin both squeezed their tall frames out of the small van door, somehow looking as graceful as ever, and joined the others on the sidewalk. Elora made a conscious effort not to drool as she watched Cush move, though she didn’t attempt to hide the fact that she was indeed watching. And the smirk he shot her testified that he hadn’t missed her attention.
“Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there?” Lisa hollered over her shoulder. Elora hadn’t realized th at her mom and Oakley were halfway to the Tate’s front door. Damn hormones, she thought to herself. Shaking off her momentary distraction caused by the elf warrior, she hurried after her mom with Cush and Rin following behind her, no doubt keeping a look out for any potential danger from the dark elves.
The woman who answered Cassie’s front door hardly resembled the one Elora knew as Cassie’s mom. She was thin, even more than she used to be. Her hair hung limp on her head as if all the life had been
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