PRINCE ASH POV
Ice exploded from my hands as three Fae messengers materialized in the basement without notice.
"Prince Ash of the Winter Court," the lead messenger said in a voice like crystal bells. "By order of Queen Titania, you are commanded to return immediately."
"Now?" I ordered, not lowering my defensive ice barrier. "In case you hadn't noticed, we're in the middle of preventing reality from collapsing."
The messenger's silver eyes flicked dismissively toward Luna's approaching form in the dimensional space. "The Queen is aware of the... situation. She has decided it requires Fae help."
My heart sank. When the Fae Court decided something required their intervention, it generally meant they were about to make everything ten times more complicated.
"What kind of intervention?" Dmitri asked warily.
