Ruhn rolled his eyes. But—it was nearly midnight, and she was at their house, on one of the rougher streets in the Old Square, with a murderer on the loose. Ruhn hissed, “You were given an order to lie low—”
She waved a hand, not touching the whiskey in her other. “My imperial escort is outside. Scaring everyone away, don’t worry.”
Both his friends went still. The draki male took that as an invitation to drift away, aiming for the billiards game behind them as Declan twisted to look at her. Ruhn just said, “Who.”
A little smile. Bryce asked, swirling the whiskey in its glass, “Is this house really befitting of the Chosen One?”
Flynn’s mouth twitched. Ruhn shot him a warning glare, just daring him to bring up the Starborn shit right now. Outside of his father’s villa and court, all that had gotten Ruhn was a lifetime of teasing from his friends.
Ruhn ground out, “Let’s hear it, Bryce.” Odds were, she’d come here just to piss him off.
She didn’t respond immediately, though. No, Bryce traced a circle on a cushion, utterly unfazed by the three Fae warriors watching her every breath. Tristan and Declan had been Ruhn’s best friends for as long as he could remember, and always had his back, no questions asked. That they were highly trained and efficient warriors was beside the point, though they’d saved each other’s asses more times than Ruhn could count. Going through their Ordeals together had only cemented that bond.
The Ordeal itself varied depending on the person: for some, it might be as simple as overcoming an illness or a bit of personal strife. For others, it might be slaying a wyrm or a demon. The greater the Fae, the greater the Ordeal.
Ruhn had been learning to wield his shadows from his hateful cousins in Avallen, his two friends with him, when they’d all gone through their Ordeal, nearly dying in the process. It had culminated in Ruhn entering the mist-shrouded Cave of Princes, and emerging with the Starsword—and saving them all.
And when he’d made the Drop weeks later, it had been Flynn, fresh from his own Drop, who’d Anchored him.
Declan asked, his deep voice rumbling over the music and chatter, “What’s going on?”
For a second, Bryce’s swagger faltered. She glanced at them: their casual clothes, the places where she knew their guns were hidden even in their own home, their black boots and the knives tucked inside them. Bryce’s eyes met Ruhn’s.
“I know what that look means,” Flynn groaned. “It means you don’t want us to hear.”
Bryce didn’t take her eyes away from Ruhn as she said, “Yep.”
Declan slammed his laptop shut. “You’re really gonna go all mysterious and shit?”
She looked between Declan and Flynn, who had been inseparable since birth. “You two dickbags have the biggest mouths in town.”
Flynn winked. “I thought you liked my mouth.”
“Keep dreaming, lordling.” Bryce smirked.
Declan chuckled, earning a sharp elbow from Flynn and the glass of whiskey from Bryce.
Ruhn swigged from his water, willing his head to clear further. “Enough of this crap,” he bit out. All that mirthroot threatened to turn on him as he pulled Bryce toward his bedroom again.
When they arrived, he took up a spot by the bed. “Well?”
Bryce leaned against the door, the wood peppered with holes from all the knives he’d chucked at it for idle target practice. “I need you to tell me if you’ve heard anything about what the Viper Queen’s been up to.”
This could not be good. “Why?”
“Because I need to talk to her.”
“Are you fucking nuts?”
Again, that annoying-ass smile. “Maximus Tertian was killed on her turf. Did the Aux get any intel about her movements that night?”
“Your boss put you up to this?” It reeked of Roga.
“Maybe. Do you know anything?” She angled her head again, that silky sheet of hair—the same as their father’s—shifting with the movement.
“Yes. Tertian’s murder was … the same as Danika’s and the pack’s.”
Any trace of a smile faded from her face. “Philip Briggs didn’t do it. I want to know what the Viper Queen was up to that night. If the Aux has any knowledge of her movements.”
Ruhn shook his head. “Why are you involved in this?”
“Because I was asked to look into it.”
“Don’t fuck with this case. Tell your boss to lay off. This is a matter for the Governor.”