The Masked Fae (Royal Fae of Rose Briar Woods 1)

“Your mother has sent your invitation to her monthly masquerade.”

“I don’t know why she bothers. It’s not as if I’m unaware of the moon’s cycles.”

“Yes, well.” Ian’s eyes slide to me, and he smiles. “She’s always so concerned about you—she likes it when I keep her informed of your affairs.”

“How very motherly of her,” Brahm says wryly, nodding me along.

“I see you haven’t made the girl your pet yet, but…you’re so very cozy, aren’t you?”

Brahm’s eyes flash.

“The offer still stands.” Ian pushes himself off the wall and walks past me, pausing entirely too close to my shoulder. “I’d be happy to take her in. I’m quite good with pets—always careful to feed them regular meals, train them well.” He smirks at me. “And keep them entertained.”

Putting himself between the count and me, Brahm says, “Get off my property, Ian.”

“You’re always so sensitive, Your Highness,” the man says with a low chuckle. “I’ll send your regards to your mother.”

I watch him until he steps out the door, shuddering once he’s gone.

Suddenly sober, Brahm says, “Let’s get these to your room.”

“Is your mother going to be angry?” I ask quietly.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” he says, his voice heavy. “Ian just likes to stir up trouble. But don’t worry—he’s gone now.”

I try to put the confrontation behind me, but I’m uneasy long after we part for the evening.