Chapter 42

King Lucien was the only one who wasn’t visibly reacting. Instead, he patted Danika’s head rhythmically while she cried and shook against him.

Only music, cheers, laughter, and clattering remained. There were no more screams. No matter how Danika listened, she couldn’t hear more.

What seems like an eternity later, King Noir’s voice pierced the din. “Blazes! I knew I should have gone before Pesih. Now I get a corpse? No thanks. I ain’t interested.”

More laughter.

“Do you think that mastiff, Cone, rolled over in his grave?” King Philip’s voice.

Another round of laughter and cheers. “He must have, I’ll bet. He really favored that girl of his, and then he treats other people’s girls to hell on goddamn earth.”

“I bet he thought he’d live forever.”

“Yeah. Didn’t know that Conald’s son was one bad son-of-an-elf who’d have his head someday.”

More laughter. More cheers.

“Lucien really dealt him a big number. And now we get to deal with hi