“You manipulated me. You should’ve told me.” Her voice was soft, even as she chastised him, but he heard the acceptance too. Rika understood him; she forgave him and challenged him, pushing him to be better—to be worthy of her friendship. He wasn’t. He never would be, but he was grateful that he hadn’t lost her. He’d known that it was a risk, but he’d hoped against hope that it would turn out well. She’d needed to be nudged into her rightful place, out of her seclusion and into the bright desert light. He’d been willing to risk a lot to see her happy, to see her ruling over the solitaries in the desert, to have her at his side.

“My word, princess. I’ll talk to you next time I have plans to manipulate you.” He nodded and kissed her nose in a moment of impertinence. “I’m glad you calmed down and came home. Where were you?”

“Getting help.” Rika shoved him away with a small growl. “Solving the problem you created for me.”

Fear crept over him at her words. There weren’t a lot of faeries she could seek out to help her in the desert. “What did you do? Rika?”

“I’ve sworn fealty.” She started to walk past him as if she were utterly unconcerned by her admission.

“You swore fealty?” Sionnach grabbed her arm and swung her back to face him. “How could you do that? After everything he’s done. . . .”

“But you left me so few choices.”

Sionnach stared at her in horror. He’d arranged everything he could to protect her, and she went to Keenan? He knew his outrage was nowhere near hidden as he asked, “So you gave him an excuse to come to our home? You gave him power over you? How could you do that?”

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

Rika stared at Sionnach without expression for several moments. She was certain she was missing something. After decades of knowing the fox faery, she found that she could often learn as much by what he didn’t say as what he did. There was more to his upset than worry that she’d let Keenan have an easy and regular influence in the desert. Quietly, she said, “I didn’t swear to him. I don’t trust Keenan.”

Expression still wary, Sionnach let go of her and took one step backward. “Who? Which court have you invited here? The High Court is in seclusion. . . . The Dark Court?” He stepped farther away and glanced at Jayce, who was leaning against the cave wall. “And you? Why didn’t you stop her?”

Jayce shrugged. “I swore it too.”

“Are you mad?” Sionnach looked from one to the other.

Rika walked away and dropped down on one of the pallets on the cave floor. “I offered my loyalty to Donia. She is my queen now. I’m sworn to the Winter Court.”