they drain you of your soul.” “Are there Light Fae?” “Aye. They joined with us when we fought the Dark during the Fae Wars when the Dark attempted to take over this realm so every human could be a food source.” She turned her head away, the truth of it all troubling her. “Fae Wars?” “It was a long time ago, and we managed to keep the war from spreading to the mortals. With the way humans cover so much of the planet now, that willna be possible. Besides, Ulrik is already bringing you into the war without you realizing it.” “But Ulrik hates us.” Asher smiled sadly. “More than you can possibly imagine. Your race is the reason he lost his dragons, his magic, and was banished. But he blames us as well. His goal is to defeat Con and take over as King of Kings.” “Which will mean the end of humans.” “That it will.” She visibly swallowed. “Why did you tell me all of this?” “Because you were given half of the information.” Her face went slack as it finally dawned on her. “You know.” “You mean do I know that Rae and Rachel Marek are the same? Aye. You mean do I know that you’ve been following me around the WWC masking your appearance? Aye. You mean, do I know that you’re a journalist who has made a career out of exposing cover-ups, imposters, cheats, and such to the world? Aye.” He had to give her credit, she didn’t bolt to the door. There was fear in her deep brown eyes as she returned his stare, but she kept herself composed. She lifted her chin. “I was told that though the Dragon Kings tended to seduce women, they could turn on them.” “Did you no’ hear anything I just told you?” he asked, disgusted. “We made a fucking vow. We sacrificed our families in order to protect your species. Why would we kill you? We could’ve done that thousands of years ago and none of this would be happening now.” When she didn’t reply, he shoved to his feet and raked a hand through his hair. “The sad part is how you unknowingly picked a side in this war.” “The only side I’ve chosen is my own. The world deserves to know you’re here.” “What about our rights? Have you thought of that?” She refused to respond, which only frustrated him. “Did you know that Ulrik has made it his mission to go after every female a King has taken an interest in?” He didn’t wait for her to answer before continuing. “When I say he’s gone after them, I mean he’s either had the Dark kidnap them or attempted to kill them. We were lucky with the Dark. We have a Light friend who risked her life to help us.” “And the attempted murder?” He raked a hand through his hair again as he thought of the women. “There were two. Ulrik turned Lily’s brother against her. He killed her. I stood watching as Rhys held her in his arms as her life drained away.” “I…I don’t understand. You said attempted.” “For reasons we can no’ understand, Ulrik brought her back.” “Excuse me?” she asked in disbelief. He shrugged. “We each have a power. Con can heal anything. Ulrik can bring a person back from the dead.” “So he brought Lily back? Seems like he’s not so bad.” “There’s a reason he did it. We’ve no’ figured it out yet.” She glanced out the window and grudgingly asked, “And the second?” “The Druid I told you about––Darcy. He stabbed her. It was only the quick actions of Druids who saved her.” “It seems since I have a connection to you that I should know what this Ulrik looks like.” Asher smiled ruefully. “You already do. You know him as Sam MacDonald.”
Chapter Twelve Rachel couldn’t have been more shocked if Asher had told her Ms. Engel was a dragon. She could only stare at him as she fought to drag air into her lungs. The room tilted and she grabbed hold of the sofa to keep herself righted. Sam was Ulrik. Sam. Was Ulrik. No. That couldn’t be possible. But it explained why he knew so much about the