Chapter 17
“I could no more give you up than I could will the world to stand still.” ~ Thalion
“Continue,” Reeve said, his voice rough with emotion.
Thalion stared at nothing as his mind led him through the past.
Her voice was not sharp or cold. It was simply a statement of fact. Thalion was indeed neither of the things she had said—a strong drink or a warm bed. He nearly laughed out loud. The words should have sounded sarcastic and probably would have coming from anyone else, but not from the female standing in front of him.
“Fair enough,” Thalion acquiesced. “Forgive my abruptness. I was under the impression I was going to be meeting with Alston. Am I correct in presuming you are the ambassador for the high fae council in his stead?”
“You are.”
“May I have your name?”
“I am calle
