Hiding a Fae Queen
Raven Court Series Book Two
By Joanna Reeder
© 2021
Chapter One
“Riding cabbyll-ushteys would make a better grand entrance,” I say. “Especially with every king and queen of Faerie gathered at the Raven Court.”
“Grander than the queen’s schooner?” Tien asks, waving a hand at said schooner. A lock of dark hair at his temple lifts and dances in the wind.
“Yes. Definitely grander.” I keep my eyes away from the massive stark-white sails and my thoughts away from the powerful rolling of the waves beneath my sneakers.
The unsettling expression that keeps directing itself at me turns away with the rest of Tien, but the breeze wafts the smell of mint mixed with earth and exasperation in my direction. “Cabbyll-ushteys aren’t… practical.”
I blow air through my lips and wave a dismissive hand. “Practical, schmactical.”
Tien turns back so I face forward and close my eyes to escape his expression. I grip the smooth wood of the rail. The warm sun bathes my cheeks as I breathe in the salty air.
I’m back.
I’d much rather be riding the waters of The Sea of Neptulus on the back of Madseok, all soaked hair and flipped stomach, but I’m back.
“As far as the courts know, you’ve been taking holiday on a private beach on the isle of Calliope,” Tien adds. “A grand entrance would only raise suspicion. Not many know you’ve been in the human realm.”
“Noted.” My eyes remain closed.
Despite the swaying, rocking ship, my queasiness has finally settled. After the twisty and disorienting roller coaster ride feeling that shook me after coming through the portal, I worried I’d be sick. I almost wish I was unconscious when I entered Faerie like I was the first time, sans the whole kidnapping and bringing me here against my will part.
But I’m back.
“What reason for leaving did you give your people?” Tien asks.
Ha! My people. I forgot how strange the fae captain can be. I turn and lean back against the rail, gripping it with both hands. “I told Lindsey I was going to the mall with Holly and Cassie.”
“Good.”
“So… why did I tell my foster mom I was going to the mall?” I ask, a little disappointed he didn’t ask me what a mall is. “Can’t you just take me to the river again? Return me less than a second after I left?” I don’t say it aloud, but after all this, I probably won’t call Holly and Cassie. I’d rather spend Friday night at home after tromping around Faerie, pretending to be a queen again. As much as I’m glad to be back, it’s exhausting. Ruling a kingdom and worrying about assassination attempts is draining. But more than that—and a part I’ve only recently admitted—it’s strange to go from being an important person in a magical world with a stewardship over the lives of those I rule… to being just a regular girl where my only responsibilities are to get decent grades. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I have no memory of my life before seven months ago, and my only regular memories aren’t very extensive. Like I can’t compartmentalize correctly or something. Who knows, maybe it would be a hard transition either way even though being that important person is just an act.
Tien’s expression darkens in my peripheral. “We can’t use the river like before. Not every time.”
“Why?” I turn to him and drop my hands.
“It’s… complicated.” He rubs the edge of his jaw.
“Okay. It was four in the afternoon when I left,” I say. “Lindsey and Blake will expect me home by midnight at the latest. Will this take less than seven hours?”
“While not always reliable, time in Faerie is still different. Sometimes days here are mere hours in the human world.”
“Sometimes doesn’t make me super confident, Tien,” I say, feeling my queenly air coming back. I was good at it before, almost too good. I’m glad I’ve still got it.
“We can use the river if we have to, but I bought you more than seven hours.”
“Does it include the word, sometimes?” I hitch an eyebrow.
“I left a note,” he says and suddenly Tien, the very Captain Tien Firetail won’t meet my eyes.
“A note?”
“A-a message,” he stammers. “On your…” He forms a small square with his hands.
“Sorry, I was never great at charades.” As far as I know, anyway. Again, memory loss.
When he holds his imaginary square to his ear, it clicks. I fold my arms and lift one corner of my mouth. “If you don’t know what a cellphone is called, how did you leave a message for my foster parents on it?”
“Sterling helped.”
I shift to throw accusations at my perfect-up-until-this-point boyfriend, but he’s nowhere in sight.
“You told Lindsey that you were staying at Cassie’s lake house for the weekend.”
I don’t need to do the mental math on sometimes to realize an entire weekend could equal… a very long time in Faerie. “Was that necessary? You’re just taking me to a meeting, right? Even if it takes over seven hours, if you’re right about Faerie time, you’ll still have me back in a few human hours. Did you need to buy me an entire weekend?”
AKA: He’s not telling me everything.
“For the love of Vejo, you’re not my prisoner, Aria,” Tien says.
“Vejo?” I snort. “Who’s Vejo?”
Tien lifts his chin and pinches the bridge of his nose.
I smile. He’s annoyed. It’s so easy to tease him. “Is it like a god or something? Is that like your swear?” I shouldn’t laugh, but I laugh. “For the love of Vejo, Aria.” I lower my voice to mimic his.
He waves a hand and moves to walk away, but I reach for his arm, stopping him.
“Sorry, that was rude.” Nice, Aria. Something else is going on, but he won’t bring me in the loop if I can’t take this at least somewhat seriously.
He glances at my hand, still gripping his arm. I remove it.
“Just remember, you came of your own accord.”
Those words do me in, and my happy mood deflates.
“I know,” I say, remembering my promise after screwing up the last time I was here. I turn away from him. I can’t meet his eyes. The guilt seems to sap the very energy from my legs, so I grip the rail and lean on it for support as my vision blurs. It was my fault. People died because I let enemies into the Raven Palace. That was my fault.
And it was my fault the kind, sweet maid, Maeve—who knew I wasn’t Queen Carys but liked me anyway and thought I could make a difference—was killed right in front of me.
“Aria?” Tien’s tone has changed. It sounds airy and far away. Even though it’s unexpected, I still can’t bring myself to look at him as a chill runs down my spine. “I think we should talk about—”
He stops so I open my mouth to ask him what he was about to say. But warm arms wrap themselves awkwardly around me, hooking underneath my elbows to grip the rail. A smile splits across my face.
Sterling.
“So, you’ve been teaching your brother how to use my phone, huh?” I say without turning.
The intake of breath followed by silence is reward enough. It’s rare when I render my perfect boyfriend speechless for doing something not-perfect. I twist around to see the guilt. He releases me and steps back, then drops his eyes.
“Look, I uh…”
I wave a hand. “It’s fine.” A sigh escapes. I glance at Tien, whose expression has darkened. “It sounds like I needed the alibi, just in case.”
Sterling moves to my side to lean his back against the rail next to me. From the corner of my eye, I see Tien walk away. It’s probably to give us some space.
“Oh! The game!” I say, clasping my hands together and leaning on one leg. “Will Coach be mad if you don’t make it back?” I’m about to mention that he didn’t need to come to Faerie with me this time—Tien says it’s just some boring meeting—but I’m glad he did. Even if it means he misses a football game.
Sterling shakes his head, and a flash of confusion pinches the skin between his eyebrows. “It’s a bye week. No game.”
“Well, that’s convenient.”
“Except I was going to take you out for a meal and a movie,” he says, dropping his tone and reaching out to take my hand in his. He seems disappointed. “But when Faerie calls, we come running.”
I frown. “Aww… you were going to take me on a date?”
His eyes lift to mine. The strange green glints in the sunlight. “I was. But this gives me a chance to see Zebsar.”
A twinge of jealousy stabs my core.
“You don’t mind, do you?” he asks. “I won’t be allowed at this royal whatever, anyway.” He waves a hand and rolls his eyes. My world is rubbing off on him. It makes me smile. “I’d like to get some riding time in and check in on Canyon.”
“Right. Make sure he isn’t feeding the cabbyll-ushteys cream, right?” I tilt my head and smile smugly.
His eyes widen with pleasure. “You remember!”
I nod.
“So, you don’t mind if I run off while you play queen?”
I do mind. But I don’t want him to feel guilty. “Just promise I can ride Madseok before I have to go home?”
His smile reaches his eyes. In his mind, he’s already riding the waves on the back of his water horse. “I promise.”
Hiding a Fae Queen releases May 18, 2021.
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