When Magic Dares (Darkly Fae Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

yes.”
    “Observations?” Tearloch asked.
    The human girl blushed. “I have been working on my lucid dreaming,” she said, not meeting his gaze. “Trying to learn how to control my dreams so I can… dream something useful. Last night I saw Ultan meeting with a purple-haired woman, somewhere surrounded by water.”
    “It is not much to go on,” Cathair explained, “but it suggests that he is somewhere other than with the Deachair.”
    Tearloch knew of Winnie’s dual powers. She was both a seer and a dreamer, meaning she could not only see fae in their magical form but in dreams she saw their world as a projection in her mind. He had not, however, considered the practical benefits her gifts might bring his clan. He was certain Cathair’s feelings for the human had nothing to do with that—the prince was quite obviously in love—but none of them would turn away her help.
    Still, the details she provided were far from conclusive. And the potential consequences of making the wrong choice were too high to hope she was correct.
    Tales of the witch Callistra were told far and wide in the fae realm. Witches and fae were natural enemies. While fae derived their powers from being of nature, witches stole them from nature. Which meant that, given the opportunity, they could steal a fae’s magic.
    Callistra was the most powerful in a generation.
    The idea that they would willingly go to a witch—to this witch—for help, that she might actually help them, was ludicrous. Though possibly no more ludicrous than the idea of the witch and the princess being sisters.
    He had to push aside the memories he had of young Princess Arianne. They were too many years gone to be any kind of reliable, and he of all fae knew how much could change over that space of time.
    “What if it is a trap?” Tearloch suggested.
    Cathair nodded. “I have considered this.”
    “I think we must consider the possibility that the princess is sincere,” the queen said.
    “Just as we must consider that the princess is plotting against us,” Tearloch argued. “I am not convinced she was not in some way responsible for the attack on our carriage this evening.”
    “You saw her face,” Cathair argued. “She was just as shocked as we all were.”
    “She may be a skilled actress,” Tearloch countered.
    “She would not have risked her own safety,” Liam said from the shadows. “Had you not dispatched the riders, stopped the horses, we Moraine would not have been the only ones in pain.”
    Tearloch had to concede that point.
    “What do we have to lose?” Aedan asked. “It’s not as if we’re sending the entire army into a trap or letting her go on her own. She only needs one as escort.”
    “Are you volunteering, princeling?” Tearloch teased.
    “Of course not,” the young prince replied. “I’m just being the voice of reason.”
    “Aedan is correct,” the queen said. “Though believing the princess is a risk, the opposite is also true. We cannot risk not following every lead to finding Ultan.”
    “Agreed,” Cathair said. “We should send one of our numbers to escort Princess Arianne to find her sister, and at the same time pursue other resources that might lead us to the traitor’s location.”
    Tearloch was not certain he ascribed to the prince’s logic, but he understood it. They were duty-bound to follow any lead, no matter the source.
    That did not mean he had to like the situation.
    “Who shall we send?” the queen asked.
    Tearloch did not hesitate. “I will accompany her.”
    Everyone in the chamber turned to look at Tearloch. As if he had lost his mind.
    “You?” the queen asked.
    “You have been the one arguing against this plan,” Cathair said.
    “That makes me the perfect escort.” If he was the most skeptical, he would be the least likely to let the princess get away with some scheme or another.
    “He’s right,” Liam said. “He should be the one.”
    “You just want alone time with the princess,”