Wynter and Kerrigan turned as one to find Fordham standing before them. Two other people flanked him. Their distaste for Wynter was plain on their faces. One was a well-built Fae male with similar features to Fordham—black hair, high cheekbones, and a cutting look. But the blue eyes were different, and the bounce in his step matched his quick smile. The female was equally raven-haired with a lush, curvy figure and Fordham’s stern countenance.

“Brother,” Wynter said sweetly. “So, you have come out of hiding? I ran into Kerrigan in the halls, and we have been getting acquainted.”

“I have been in meetings,” he said stiffly. “You’d know that if you bothered to follow court protocol.”

Wynter’s hand clenched at her side was the only indication that Fordham’s barb had struck true. “And why would I bother with that when your pretty face is back to do it for me?”

“You weren’t saying that when he was gone,” the male said.

“Oh, dear Prescott,” Wynter cooed. “Has Fordham let you off your leash?”

“Enough, Wynter,” the female said, cocking her head. “Must we always play these games?”

“What games?”

Fordham’s jaw tensed. “It is good to see you.”

“As it is to see you, brother.” Wynter’s eyes flicked to Kerrigan. “And to see that you have come to your senses.”

Then, Wynter flounced away, and all of them heard, “Her Royal Highness, Princess Wynter Ollivier.”

Prescott breathed a sigh of relief at her absence. “Gods, she’s such a bitch.”

“Pres!” the female said, smacking his arm. “She’s merely misguided.”

“Kerrigan, these are my cousins, Prescott and Arbor York,” Fordham said.

“Pleased to meet you,” Kerrigan said. She dipped a full curtsy for the both of them.

Arbor laughed and put her hand to Kerrigan’s arm. “Dear gods, no. Please, we’re not even titled.”

“You are titled,” Fordham said.

“Not hereditary titles,” Arbor continued. “Which is all that matters here. Technically, because Fordham’s mother was our aunt, I am a lady, but you will just call me Arbor.”

“All right,” Kerrigan said.

“And we’re sorry about stealing him away,” Prescott said, slinging a casual arm across Kerrigan’s shoulders. “See, we were plotting, and he didn’t want us to meet you.”

“That is not what I said,” Fordham interjected.

“Wants to keep you all to himself,” Prescott said.

“Pres, you’re upsetting him,” Arbor said.

“How can you tell?”

“Are you both finished?” Fordham growled.

“Definitely not,” Arbor said. “But we’ll give you some time since you did abandon her, and now, she has to face your father and Viviana.” Arbor shuddered. “Good luck, sweets.” Then, she kissed Kerrigan on the cheek and vanished with Prescott.

“They’re a pair,” Kerrigan said lightly.

“Indeed.” Fordham took a deep breath. “So, you met my sister?”

“Yes, the one I didn’t know you had.”