Kyrian is a military prince—the highest rank you can attain in the Host. All three titles come with significant wealth, granted Malik's and Everan's are greater. Then there's Cyprian, who has made a fortune from his club, more than enough to share with his people. In conclusion, we could have any house we wanted.
“Shall I make an offer?” Mr. Jones, our real estate agent asked.
The men looked at me expectantly; I got to have the final say. We'd been hunting for months and had yet to put an offer in. I looked around at the master bedroom and its curving balcony with a view of the gardens.
“Who would get this room?” I asked.
Cyprian chuckled. “You, of course, Se Esaria.”
I grinned.
“Is that a yes?” Kyrian asked.
“Oh, for Hell's sake, I hope so,” Malik muttered.
“It's a yes,” I confirmed.
The men whooped in joy, and that included Mr. Jones.
Chapter Two
Our offer was accepted and since we were paying cash, our realtor estimated that it would only take a couple of weeks to close. That meant Cyprian and I had to start packing. A moving company was hired but there were a lot of things I wanted to pack myself. Landry, the Dryad man who had raised me, would be moving into my townhouse with his Danutian girlfriend, Rywen. Currently, they lived in the apartment above his bar, the Wilds—the same apartment that I had grown up in. I had moved all of my stuff out of my old bedroom there to give Rywen more space and left everything in boxes so I guess I'd gotten a head start on packing.
But it was still daunting.
I stared around my bedroom, trying to figure out what I wanted to pack myself, and among those things, what could be packed immediately. A stack of plastic bins sat on the floor next to me along with several rolls of bubble wrap, tape, and scissors. I grabbed a bin, tossed the supplies in, and headed toward my dressing table. I took a seat and started to wrap the precious things I had on display there. I carefully enclosed the framed pictures of the men and me, a Venetian glass bird figurine Cyprian had bought me on our honeymoon, and a vintage crystal vanity set Landry had given me for my 18th birthday, then set them in the bin. I was about to move on to more when Everan twisted into the room.
Twisting is the Danutian mode of travel. We can “twist” our bodies and up to two passengers through the Weave of the Worlds—that mystical material that held everything together—and travel anywhere in seconds—anywhere we'd been to before. Everan and I have used twisting to transport the members of FEAR—the secret government team of supernaturals that my men and I work with—around Earth and even to visit other planets but mainly, we use it to go back and forth between Earth and Danu. Danu is a realm of pure magic and although it's anchored to Earth, there are no direct paths from Earth to Danu. The only way to get to Danu is by twisting. When the Danutians decided to separate themselves from the mortal races, they went all out.
“Everan?” I asked as I stood. “What are you doing here?”
King Everan Lucara of the Southern Kingdom of Danu was a strikingly handsome man although not the sort of handsome that you would expect of a fairy king. He did have exotic, fey features—especially his violet eyes—but his jaw was too square and his lips too slim and stern to convince your average human that he was a Sidhe. His long, caramel-colored hair was braided back in a complicated Danutian braid but it only emphasized those strong features and he was dressed in clothes that, although looked as if they were from another time, didn't bear any resemblance to the frivolous costumes most fairies were portrayed wearing in human artwork. But the most un-fey like thing about him was his physique. Beneath his cognac-colored skin was the musculature of a warrior. Granted, when compared to Malik, Everan seemed more predator cat than bear, but among the slim Danutians, he was positively brawny. At the moment, those sleek muscles were tense and his lips pressed together in a way that made my stomach clench.
“There's been an earthquake in the Northern Kingdom,” Everan declared grimly.
“Are my grandparents all right? Uncle Nial?” I asked immediately. My mother's parents ruled the Kingdom of the North.
“They're fine,” he assured me. “I'm sorry, I should have