Kiril briefly thought about leaving out Shara, but if he were taken by the Dark, the Kings needed to know who to look for. “The Dark tried a new tactic last night.”
“Really? And what would that be?”
“A woman.”
There was a pregnant pause before Con said, “You’ve made it known that you like a woman on your arm so it doesna surprise me.”
“She used glamour to try to conceal her red eyes and silver in her hair.”
Con sighed loudly. “We should be thankful it’s that easy to spot the Dark Fae. If the use of evil magic didna change them, we’d be fucked. Tell me about the woman.”
“Shara. Her name is Shara.” Kiril dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a dark green shirt. He left his room and descended the curving staircase to the kitchen where the cook had left his breakfast waiting.
“That’s all you’re going to impart?” Con asked, irritation deepening his voice.
“I took her to dinner. Mostly because I wanted to see what she might reveal.”
“But,” Con urged when he paused.
“I think I might try to flip her to our side.”
“Kiril, you’re no’ known for being reckless, but you’re deep in Dark Fae territory. We’re a long way from you. Be sure about this before you try anything.”
“Warning heard, Con. Shara is our ticket. By the way, any news about Rhi? I’ve no’ heard anything since the night she was taken.”
“Nay.” The word was filled with fury.
Kiril almost felt sorry for the Dark who had taken her. Balladyn was his name, and he was going to rue the day he ever brought down the wrath of the Kings. “I’ll keep listening around. Something about her will have to surface soon.”
“There’s something else,” Con said softly.
“What is it? Did you find more clues pointing to Ulrik as the one trying to reveal us to the world?”
Ulrik. He was a Dragon King who had been betrayed by a human and retaliated with war. Ulrik wouldn’t relent, and Kiril and the other Kings had had no choice but to bind his magic. Though part of Ulrik’s rage was due to the fact they had killed his woman for her betrayal. It had been done out of love and friendship, but Ulrik hadn’t seen it that way.
“The Silvers moved again.”
Kiril paused as he reached for his mug of tea. Again. The Silvers moved again. The implication was tough. The Silvers were Ulrik’s dragons. The four of the largest Silvers had been captured and caged after Ulrik’s dragon magic had been bound.
Then the rest of the Dragon Kings had used their magic to put the Silvers to sleep deep in the mountains on Dreagan. As long as the Dragon Kings remained on Dreagan, the magic surrounding the Silvers would hold.
“The first time the Silvers moved Hal fell in love,” Kiril stated.
After the betrayal to Ulrik, Con had ensured that no other Dragon King would feel deep emotions for another human. It had taken millions of years, but it had happened starting with Hal and Cassie.
A few months later Guy had fallen for Elena, then Banan for Jane. A year after that Kellan had tumbled head over heels for Denae, and then Tristan followed suit with Sammi, Jane’s sister.
The movement of the Silvers had been like a bell tolling the coming apocalypse. The fact they moved again wasn’t good news.
“You’re the only King no’ on Dreagan,” Con pointed out. “I know why you’re putting yourself in the middle of the Dark, but I doona believe it’s worth it. Come home, Kiril.”
“Worth it?” he repeated in disbelief. “Kellan was kidnapped by the Dark. Tristan was tricked into coming to them because they had Sammi. And now they have Rhi. You still doona think it’s worth it? They’ll take another of us, Con. How many more times can we come to Ireland and rescue our brethren before we’re seen? How many more times can we get away before the Dark get smart and capture more of us?”
“They took two of us during the Fae Wars, Kiril. I know you remember that. Do you want that to happen again? We might be immortal, but they broke the minds of those two Kings and had them attack us. I doona relish killing our own, even if it is a mercy killing.”
“I’m no’ leaving Ireland. Shara is my way deeper into the Dark world.”
“Let me send Ryder or Darius over. They can watch your back.”
“No. It’s too chancy. The Dark watch me constantly. I can no’ have another King here that could be taken. They know what I am, but they doona know that I know. I’m going to use that to my advantage.”
“Doona make me regret this,” Con warned.
“Until tomorrow,” Kiril said before he severed the link.