I groaned, feeling like hell turned over. Titus must have been worried if he called everyone here. Not that I blamed him. A part of me felt, well, dead. I shivered at the realization, refusing to accept that fate for Exos.
He can’t be… He was too strong. Too otherworldly. No, there had to be another explanation. I just didn’t know what.
“Uh, Titus?” Vox’s familiar tone came through the door. “You need to—”
“Move.” The deep tenor sent a chill down my spine. It reminded me of Exos, but not quite. And the face that appeared in the doorway a second later was a near spitting image of my Spirit Fae, only with lighter blue eyes that glistened with a silvery hue in the light.
Titus immediately fell to his knee, his head bowed. “Your Highness.”
The fae didn’t even look at him, his enigmatic focus entirely on me. “Hello, Claire.”
I pulled the sheets up to cover my bare breasts, my throat working as I attempted to formulate a response. His athletic build, light hair, and aristocratic jaw told me exactly who this was even before Titus knelt.
Cyrus.
King of the Spirit Fae.
Exos’s younger brother.
There was only one reason he could be here, and it wasn’t to deliver good news.