"Whoa, calm down," Micah said quickly, stepping back when Violet's golden eyes flared and shadows coiled around her palm.
He could take her in a fight, yes, he was skilled, trained, and fast on his feet. But one wrong slip, and Violet's power would kill him before he even blinked.
"What do you want?" Violet growled, her voice shaking with rage. "To take me to him?"
"No!" Micah blurted. "I stood my ground, I wouldn't do that!"
Her fury eased, but her guard didn't drop. "Why?" she asked, scrutinizing him.
"Because I'm not stupid, Violet," Micah said. "You're the only chance we have against Angus."
"You want me to fight him?"
Micah shook his head. "Not alone. You can't beat him like that. But Angus is coming for the throne, and you, as his heir, can't let it happen."
"I'm not the rightful heir," Violet replied. "You are."
"They'll never accept me. Not in this lifetime. I'm half demon, you're Fae and strong enough that no one would dare challenge you. You're the perfect heir."
