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  I missed the trees and my home like I’d been hollowed out.

  If I was going to die today, then it’d be as a Forest Fae, and not a Court one.

  I grinned. “You know, I’m not crazy about being labeled.”

  The fae broke off their drumbeat in shock. Wells’ smugness wavered, and the crowd fell silent.

  Okay, that wasn’t good.

  All of a sudden, the spicy ginger scent wrapped around me again, and I stumbled towards it like I was mesmerized. When I looked up, I met the ruby gaze of a succubus.

  Who was she?

  The succubus was beautiful with golden hair that coiled like snakes, and a white satin dress, which fluttered around her as if she was licked by wisps of frozen flame. But I should’ve recoiled from her because she also wore the swan badge of both the House of Fae and the Queen’s Court. It meant that she was a new staff member, and I hated the professors who oppressed and controlled us.

  Yet Professor Succubus wasn’t watching this spectacle with excitement or dark enjoyment like the other staff. She shook with both rage and grief like it hurt her to witness it. When she offered me a sad smile, the burning inside me flared.

  I smiled back, longing to march off the stage and instead, drag Professor Succubus into my arms. My dick twitched, hardening in my pants.

  If I was going to die, I needed to hold her at least once. Yet I didn’t even understand where those feelings came from, after all, I’d been kept pure and untouched by female fae for the sake of my future bonded. Except, I did know because it was her smile that made her truly beautiful. No one had smiled at any of us fae like that since we’d arrived in the Wicked Reform School. We were rebels, and we didn’t deserve smiles that spoke of warmth and understanding.

  Emotion was a weakness, and we had to mask it.

  Bonding to a female was nothing but slavery: I’d soon been taught that at the Fae Court. Brotherhood was the only thing that I could trust.

  Yet Professor Succubus’ smile was like hope in the midst of the despair of this Day of the Wicked. I drew it close into the place that burned inside me.

  Then I took a deep breath. My eyes glittered with a malevolence that blazed through me. Wells had battled to tame me.

  But I was a Dark and wild Fae. I’d prove that I was free even at the end.

  When I drew my scimitar, the ogres snarled and circled closer, but Wells waved them back. His cold gaze met mine.

  Then I closed my eyes, humming “Don’t Fear the Reaper.”

  How many times would I have to dance to this song and mean it? Although honestly, reapers were dicks.

  I raised my scimitar, spinning across the stage and losing myself in the dance of my people. My skin prickled, and I was flushed with warmth. In front of the captive audience, I leapt and pirouetted, slicing my sword through the air in the age-old Forest Dance that Wells despised because it was the tradition of my tribe.

  My heart swelled at the grins on the fae’s once blank faces, as their feet stomped now in time to my own. I grinned too.

  You could take the fae out of the forest, but not the forest out of the fae.

  It felt like I was being burned alive from the inside; my legs were like jello. I knew that I was pushing myself too hard but when I was being killed in about…hey, a minute now…what did it matter?

  Then my knees buckled, and I collapsed at Wells’ feet.

  Brilliant, I was just where he loved me to be.

  I struggled onto my knees.

  The fae fell silent.

  My ragged breathing was loud, as I gasped after oxygen like a predator chasing prey.

  You can do it…just one more breath…in…out…in…come on…

  White lights danced in front of my eyes, and I slumped forward. My vision grayed.

  Then Felix and Radley were kneeling either side of me, and their wings cradled me. Radley’s large hand circled over my chest, as Felix massaged my back, and the pressure eased. When my breathing steadied, I raised my head.

  “He only called my name,” I rasped.

  Radley shrugged.

  Felix snuggled closer. “When weren’t we wing by wing? Sorry, we’ll just have to…you know…together.”

  He meant die together.

  I bit my lip to hold back my tears because I wouldn’t allow Wells or the other students to see them.

  I could act like a Marquess…sometimes.

  When Professor Succubus caught my eye again, her jaw clenched. I expected her to look away, rejecting me after my dance. But instead, she determinedly held my gaze like she was saying that she too was with me wing by wing, even though she was pale like she was about to hurl.

  The staff loved these public punishments. Why was she different?

  “Now you have your moment of rebellion out of your system,” Wells drawled, flicking imaginary fluff off his sleeve, “shall we get on with the ceremony?”

  I inclined my head. “Your Grace, the most Noble Duke of Wells.” Time for the pious face; he loved that one. “I await the will of the House of Fae and our most acclaimed Queen with bated breath.” Now holy face (another one of Wells’ favorites).

  Wells scrunched up his nose. “Don’t hold it too long, we don’t want you passing out on us just yet, hmm? Can I be assured that you’re not about to burst into a jazz improvisation, rock ballad, or exotic dance? Perhaps, you wish to entertain us with a Shakespearean tragedy before you graduate?”

  “Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds! Have mercy,” Felix deadpanned. “Shakespeare’s kind of my thing.”

  Wells sighed. It was brilliant to have shattered his perfect mask.

  He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Lord River, enough of your tribe’s savagery. I know that you were taught better at Court. I’ve spent years breaking you of such wickedness.”

  Felix frowned. “S-shakespeare’s c-civilised.”

  I stiffened. When Felix stuttered, I knew that he was close to breaking. Lock us in solitary, whip our wings, or threaten to kill us, but never insult Felix’s Shakespeare.

  “It’s from the non-magical human world, and you learning it goes against at least five of the Court Dictates,” Wells snapped. “When you graduate from here, you’ll become Court Fae. What would the Queen think if she heard you spouting nonsense? The fae who choose to bond to you will be much harsher than I, if you can’t at least pretend to be reformed.”

  When Wells’ cool gaze met mine, I knew what he was pleading for: he knew that I wasn’t reformed enough to be married into the Court. Wells had been one of the fae who’d begged the Queen not to execute us after the rebellion and he didn’t want to murder us now.

  Instead, he was desperate for us to hide our true emotions and act like perfect dolls. If he ever experienced anything as messy as the feeling of being desperate.

  Why did it matter so much that he save us?

  I’d tried Wells’ approach as a kid, and I’d still always fallen short. I couldn’t manage it for the rest of my bonded life. I didn’t have a clue what bonded love was…or if it even existed…but it couldn’t be that, right?

  “On my feathers, I’m just excited about bonding now. The ladies of the Court sound like keepers,” I gritted out.

  Wells stared at me. “Excellent. The Bonding List for the one hundred fae graduating today has already been vetted and decided. There’s equal excitement at the Court to welcome you all to your new home…or in your case home.”

  He never had understood my sense of humor.

  “It was never our home,” Radley growled; his sharp teeth glistened.

  Wells ignored him. “Let’s just get your graduation officially over with, and then your new life can begin.”

  I battled to keep myself still.

  I was the youngest son of a Duke. I knew that the rest of the tribe didn’t respect, know, or want me (wow, that still smarted), because I’d grown up away from them at Court. But I was still their leader.

  If this was a war, then I’d lead them into battle. But how c
ould I lead them to their deaths, rather than a new life?

  If I’d known that becoming a grown fae meant decisions like this one, between condemning my tribe to death or forced bonds without love to cruel Court Fae, then I’d never have envied my older brother so much. I shook because to free them, I’d have to become the disappointment that they’d always thought me.

  “That’s all fascinating, Your Grace, but I won’t make a choice for the rest of the House of Fae.” I steeled myself, before I hollered across at the golden ranks words, which I knew would shame me forever, “I relinquish my Claim of Lordship over you. You’re free to choose yourselves, whether you wish to graduate or are executed. I’m sorry, I wish more than anything that I could save you but instead, I grant you freedom of choice.”

  Silence.

  Sweat dripped down the back of my neck and between my shoulder blades.

  “What are you doing?” Radley hissed.

  “You’ll be an outcast.” Felix shuffled closer; his light eyes were wide with worry and shock.

  Amid the sea of disapproving faces in the crowd, however, Professor Succubus’ expression flickered for a moment with admiration, before she schooled it to blankness. I blinked. No one but Radley and Felix had ever looked at me like that. When Wells wrenched back my head by the hair, agonizingly digging in the clasps, my moment of connection with her gave me the strength to meet his furious gaze.

  “Your brother, Quinn, Duke of Spring, was one of the best fae that I’ve ever known. For his sake, I’ve tried to help you. Do you not see, wicked boy, how disappointed he’d be that you’ve abandoned your people?” Wells demanded.

  I wet my dry lips. “I’m freeing them.” Wells’ fingers tightened in my hair, and I winced. “If you love my brother so much, why’d you let the Queen try to force him into a bond?”

  Wells stiffened. “The Queen believed that your brother would be a perfect bond, just as you’d be for the Countess Pond.”

  Where was the Countess? I thanked Belenus that at least she wasn’t standing next to Wells like I’d expected.

  “Brilliant decision.” My eyes narrowed. “Absolute genius. If you hadn’t tried to force love on him…and me…then the Forest Fae wouldn’t have rebelled. You know that we don’t believe in a single partner for life, right? We love many fae in different ways. But what does it matter what savage fae like us think? You forced my tribe into rebelling. It’s your fault that my brothers died, and we’re locked up.” My pulse was too loud in my ears; and my eyes blurred with tears. “And my fault too,” I added in a whisper.

  I remembered the night that Quinn and my other brothers had broken into the Court to free me.

  Radley, Felix, and I had already been huddled in the corner of our room, as sounds of battle had raged outside.

  “W-what’s h-happening? Who’d dare attack the Q-queen and Court?” Felix’s hand had stolen into mine.

  I’d clasped it to my chest, pulling him onto my lap. “They’re stupid, Lix, whoever they are. She’ll rip off their wings.”

  We’d all flinched.

  “I’ll rip off their wings first, if they try and hurt you.” Radley had prowled to his feet, standing guard over me.

  When the door had banged open, blasted off its hinges by magic, we’d jumped. Then an imperious Forest Fae had swept into our room; his scimitar had glowed in the gloom.

  Radley had growled, and his fists had clenched.

  Yet to my shock, the Forest Fae had grinned, dashing towards us and holding out his wing in familiar greeting. “I’ve found you!” Why was he thrumming with joy? Why did his eyes gleam with tears? “Come on, we have to go now.”

  And just for a moment, I’d hesitated. As Radley had refused to budge, I’d recoiled.

  The Forest Fae’s eyes had widened with a hurt that he couldn’t mask, before they’d filled with a compassion that was even harder to take because I’d recognized him then like slowly rising from sleep.

  How hadn’t I recognized my own brother, Quinn?

  I’d never even known our parents, but Quinn had raised me like he’d been my dad, until I’d been abandoned at Court. And I’d hesitated to take his wing…

  “More apologies have wept through me than trees in our forest that I couldn’t save you before. But are we not now brothers?” Quinn’s sadness had shaken my own tears down my cheeks.

  When he’d held out his wing to me again, this time I’d reached for it.

  Only, now the soldiers of the Court Fae had been rushing into the room, overpowering Quinn and beating him to the floor. He hadn’t taken his gaze from mine, however, like he’d never wanted to forget what I looked like and knew how precious those last moments between us would be.

  I’d fought to reach my older brother again, but Wells had pinned me against the wall. Later, Wells had forced me onto my knees to watch as my three older brothers were executed and Quinn was exiled to a land of gods and monsters, so far away that I’d never see him again.

  Today, I was on my knees in front of Wells once more, awaiting my own execution.

  I slipped my scimitar onto the floor in front of me, caressing my hand across it. It was the only thing that I owned, which had belonged to my dad. In a fit of sentimentality, Wells had allowed Quinn to pass on dad’s sword to me. I’d always seen it as a consolation prize for being sent away.

  A fae was never parted from their weapon, except by death.

  I bowed my head, and next to me, so did my best mates. I should’ve known that they would’ve kept their promise to never let go of my wings.

  Dizzy, my heartbeat raced. Cold flooded me, as I sensed the green-skinned ogres circling closer with their swords raised. The largest guard caught me looking and winked.

  Sadistic bastard.

  The ogres’ stench of mud and rotting flesh hit me, and I gagged.

  Wells pulled out a graduation scroll from his pocket. “You’re my flock of hundred wicked boys. I’ve spent a decade proving to the Court that there are more effective methods to control and curb rebellious impulses of youth than brutality. On the name of the Queen, reform now and graduate. Return as perfect bonded partners and proud members of the Court. Your Forest Fae heritage has been washed clean. You need no longer even remember—”

  Radley touched the scroll, and his magic burned it to ash. It disintegrated in Wells’ hand.

  The crowd snickered.

  “Well said,” Felix muttered.

  “I forgot once who I was,” my voice was steadier than I expected, when all I could see was the memory of Quinn’s hurt expression at the moment that I hadn’t taken his wing, “and I won’t again. I’m a Forest Fae, and I’ll die as one.”

  “Then you’ll die,” Wells said, icily.

  The ogre booted me in the back, holding me down, as he pressed his sword to my neck. I hissed, as its cold iron pressed against my skin.

  Iron burned fae. Didn’t they think that decapitation was enough of a punishment? Tears prickled my eyes at the smarting agony. But then, this was what they’d done to my brothers.

  Wells truly was sick to choose this as his method of killing me.

  Clack — clack — clack.

  Wells’ polished boots stepped around me. I hated that his boots would be the last thing that I saw.

  “It tires me that you could even ruin my attempt to scare you into behaving. I’m not going to kill you.” Wait…what in Belenus’ name did he mean? When the sword eased at my neck, why did that scare me more than anything so far? “This was just the mock run of your graduation.”

  I sat up too fast in my outrage, and Radley caught me, before I toppled over.

  “Like a mock exam…?” I growled. “Wonderful. Really, I didn’t need the practice.”

  Wells clasped his hands smartly behind his back, and his smile was so malicious that it made me shiver. “Oh, but I did. Now I know that you Lords will sacrifice yourself as long as you’re free, and your tribe have choice. This is your last week in the Wicked Reform School. It’s my final c
hance to break you, and luckily for me, I have some interesting new methods.” I groaned: brilliant. “Saturday is the first of May, the start of summer, and your true Day of the Wicked. You may have given up your Claim of Lordship, but if you’re not reformed, then your entire tribe will be judged wicked. Just like you did with your brothers, you’ll watch as they’re executed. Only after they all lie slaughtered, will you get the chance to die as well.”

  “Wait, you can’t.” I staggered to stand, but Wells shoved me back onto my knees with a crack.

  “I’m Head of your House: I can. How do you like being pranked for once?” Did he truly just claim that staging our deaths was karmic prank revenge…? Wells’ lips twitched as he glanced at Felix. “Are you certain that you’re not in fact jinxed?”

  When Felix launched himself at Wells, Wells stumbled back. Radley caught Felix, pulling him into a tight embrace. I curled my wings around myself.

  How had I allowed myself to be tricked?

  Court Dictate 307: Emotions are your curse, and a blessing to your enemy.

  I’d shown Wells just how he could hurt me. He’d tried to teach me for years to mask my true self.

  Well, didn’t I feel the idiot.

  But still, at least a Forest idiot, rather than a Court idiot.

  Yet now, I only had a week before the true graduation ceremony, where I’d no longer be merely sacrificing my own life, but risking every Forest Fae’s execution.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Wicked Reform School, House of Fae, Orchard

  Monday 26th April

  I fell back onto the warm grass, as my swan shifter, Apollo, crushed me beneath him. He hissed, and his wings spread out, pinning my arms to the ground. His graceful neck that was trapped by an emerald collar, which stopped him from shifting back into human form, wound against mine. I breathed the scent of his feathers, which were sweet and intoxicating like wild daffodils.

  My chest rose and fell rapidly. For the decade that I’d taken him as mine after my brother’s banishment, we’d played these games, but he’d never looked like he meant to do anything but cuddle me before.