But when he kissed her it was hard to remember why it was so wrong, and when she pressed her body to his, she couldn’t help but wonder if the cost was worth it.

Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

Sionnach sat atop the roof of one of the dilapidated buildings. Beneath him a broken door hung crookedly in the frame. A few years ago, Sionnach had replaced the hinges, but he wasn’t a carpenter, so it sagged oddly. On either side of the door was a window frame. One had dirty glass with a spiderweb crack running through it. The other frame was open; no glass remained where the window should be.

Across from him were the remains of other buildings, and over top that the sky was a riot of colors as the sun rose. Below him he could see the faeries who were walking through the deserted streets, clustering in groups on the porches, sitting in window frames, perched on other railings. None were brazen enough to climb up as high as he was. His position was a statement, and they knew it.

The view from the roof of this building was among the best, and the view of him was imposing. Part of being Alpha was simply a game: show the others that he was the most daunting faery here. He wasn’t, hadn’t been so since Rika had arrived in the desert, but she’d disdained anything that had a taint of the political to it. He couldn’t blame her, not really. The Summer King and the now-dead Winter Queen had both done their level best to destroy her. It wasn’t personal; she was just one of the many pawns in their conflict.

Sionnach ignored the faeries milling about, instead studying the dusty streets and scrubby plants that grew alongside sagging porches and storefronts. One porch had a dry-rotted plank, but after the first faery stepped on it and put his foot through the wood, the others realized not to step there.

For now, he didn’t move from his position. He didn’t glance at them, even though they were staring at him. Some were openly curious, but still he waited, letting the tension build.

Finally, a faery who was leaning against a railing kitty-corner from the building he was on called out, “Sionnach?”

He let his gaze drop to the crowd of faeries, taking their measure, dragging it out to keep the tension high. “Well then . . .” he drawled. “Are we having a party I didn’t know about?”