The King’s Captive by K. M. Shea EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: K. M. Shea
- Language: English
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Chloe
I clutched the waxy, white paper bag that held my donuts—which would be
my breakfast once I finished my shift—and stepped around a puddle.
No wet shoes. I’d decided that when I started my walk to work. Wet shoes
are gross, but—more importantly—I don’t want to risk any of the books.
Not that I had a habit of dropping the books I was supposed to be
stocking and selling on my feet, but I was enough of a book lover that the
idea of besmirching the bookshop I worked at was horrifying.
I flicked the hood of my raincoat back, and swung my donut bag.
Magic brushed my senses, and I froze.
Magic was a difficult sensation to pin down because individual
supernaturals experienced it differently. To me, magic was a physical
sensation—one that bloomed across my body.
I waited a moment, and the feeling solidified into a delicate, silken
sensation that tickled my elbow.
Fae magic.
The trace was weak, but that didn’t mean the fae were far away. It meant
whoever was using magic was weak. Which was good news! Weak fae were
much easier to escape. However, I was currently in the middle of a park—
which was the worst spot to face a fae since they did best when surrounded
by nature.
Maybe I can avoid them—or at least avoid being seen.
If I excelled at anything, it was going unnoticed, which was a great selfdefense skill for a lone supernatural like me, even if it was a total confidence
killer.
I started walking again, tilting my head down as I tried to discreetly peer
around the block-sized park that hugged Fairy Lake’s shore.
On the opposite side of the park, three fae strutted past a set of green
mesh garbage cans.
The naiad, a water nymph, was easy to spot. He was wearing wet-looking
fabric fashioned like pants and a t-shirt, and veered toward every wet spot on
the sidewalk. Most obvious, though, was the scale-like pattern on his neck
and hairline that glimmered in the fading sunlight when he moved.
His companions both looked soggy and grouchy—probably from the long
day of rain. The shorter one was most likely a brownie, going by his height.
A brownie was a kind of household fae who was roughly waist high to the
average human, with thin, delicate limbs and large, mischievous eyes. They
were easy to recognize, but this one was wearing a kid’s raincoat—a bright
blue one that was adorned with yellow duckies—draped over his frame, so I
couldn’t be sure.
My stomach dropped when I studied the last fae—a troll who was nearly
as wide as he was tall.
The brownie would be easy to evade if I didn’t get too close, and the
naiad is so excited by the water he wouldn’t even notice me…but trolls…
Trolls were a little more predatory than the common fae—who already
ran way more bloodthirsty than your typical human.
Time to make a speedy departure.
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