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a cop.” She stood. “I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. Hell, you’re not even supposed to exist so let’s stop trying to play nice.”
    “I like playing.” Wick gave his famous grin that usually made the ladies swoon.
    “I’m here because Annalise has some crazy notion you’re important. I think you’re just a half-dressed imbecile with girly wings sticking out your back.” She stood tall, her lips pinched tightly together.
    Wick let the insult roll off his skin like water. “So, you’ve been staring at my body then?” He grinned, and his wings fluttered.
    Jayn rolled her eyes and walked away.
    “She likes me,” Wick spoke low but loud enough so she could hear. He heard her snort as she walked toward Annalise.
    “Who’s the uptight one?” Thame with his golden wings shuffled toward him. “If Annalise is your mate, why does this one see us?”
    Wick shrugged his shoulders. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
    “King called a meeting,” he said and pointed toward the palace.
    Wick turned toward Annalise, sending her a smile as she pushed the green streak of hair out of her face. Soon he took to the sky. The wind caressed his bare skin but did nothing to ease the pressure between his legs.
    The glass room was where they met. All the warrior fairies including one extremely tough female that nodded at Wick as he entered. They all circled the king, His wings were bigger than theirs by a fraction and their blue coloring seemed to have brightened since the queen announced her pregnancy. He stood before them now, his chin high, back straight. King Carrick was a fairy born to be their leader but had grown to be their hero. “Settle down,” he said with authority. Chatter stopped. Wick caught sight of Whisper hiding in the shadows of the doorway. “There’s news we must all be aware of.”
    Wick sat on the arm of the chair, adjusting to ease his straining cock. Even when he was away from Annalise, he was thinking of her. Her smile, the way she laughed, her cute little ass. The king cleared his throat and Wick glanced forward.
    “As you know, the trolls have been concentrating their attacks on our mates. They haven’t gathered for a full-fledged assault and there’s no word of them doing so. However, Mord has news.”
    Mord was a blond fairy with light blue wings that stood nearly as tall as Wick. He was a man Wick hadn’t gotten to know well, but his loyalty had always been present. Wick respected him so when Mord opened his mouth, he listened.
    “I was on a hunt last night, gathering as much information on the trolls’ plans as I could. Four of them came out of the darkness and surrounded me, but before I could pull out my sword, they dropped theirs.” The silence in the room seemed to give way to a few gasps.
    “That’s when I came upon them.” Thame approached the center of the room. “I was ready to lop their heads off but they said they had a message for us, the fairies. Apparently, their leader was overthrown. A new one took its place and that troll wants to talk.”
    “Peace talks,” Mord continued. “The previous troll leader was bloodthirsty. They said the population has fallen severely, and as a result they killed their king and appointed a new one.”
    “And we believe them?” Keyn asked. He raised a brow, which crinkled the scar that dissected his check. “They are known for their deception.”
    “I am skeptical as well, but they gave us no indication of foul play. They dropped their weapons and wanted no violence,” Mord said then glanced at Thame. “Until Thame used his sword to slice their heads off.”
    Thame stood tall, unapologetic. “One of them twitched.”
    Wick looked away with a grin. He knew damn well Thame was against all trolls. They cut his wings off and stranded him on the Aran Islands not long ago.
    “The point is...should we believe them?” Thame added.
    Wick stood. “They attacked Jayn. Just before we arrived while she was trying to get onto her