Violet had expected the journey back to the palace would be quick. That wasn't the case.
The manor the pixies had taken them to was farther than she had imagined. They were practically isolated and hidden away like a secret even the Fae world had forgotten.
As much as she wanted to simply carry them back, she couldn't. Not that distance, and certainly not with two fully grown Alpha males. Even with her strength, flying both Asher and Alaric over such a long stretch would drain her before they were halfway there.
Thankfully Alaric had not come alone. As a matter of fact, the white-haired prince had driven here in a carriage. A gold, gleaming wagon drawn by two majestic white horses.Their manes flowed like silk, their eyes glowing with quiet intelligence.
They didn't just look like horses but creatures that knew exactly what they were doing.The carriage came to a smooth stop before them.
Alaric came into view, clearly pleased with himself. "The pixies gave it to me."
