Book Eight: Chapter 133

Nyx snorted. “That’s assuming she remains the queen.”

Mike narrowed his eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll trade you,” she said. “All it will cost is a single kiss, the feel of your lips upon mine.”

“No,” he replied.

It was impossible to tell whether his answer pleased Nyx or not. The fae princess stepped back and stared out the window. “I know not where this castle came from,” she said. “There used to be another in its place.”

“A smaller one, right?”

She nodded. “The island was meant to be a sanctuary, Mike Radley. For a time, it was a place where my people could live in harmony beside your own, a place of magic. Its ability to interact with your world was hampered when Merlin dropped his wretched veil upon the world.”

“Can you tell me more about that?” he asked.

“It will cost you,” she said with a grin.

“Never mind,” he muttered. “Your prices are too high.”

“Are you sure about that?” she whispered, then moved to