EIGHT LORELAI STARED AT the Eldrians, her cheeks heating. The handsome boy with the golden eyes and wild hair was a king? What would a king be doing walking into Tranke with only two escorts, both of whom looked no older than Lorelai herself? The boy seemed just as uncomfortable as she felt. He waved a hand in the air like he could swat his title away. “There’s no need for formality, really. I’m just Kol—” “You’re not old enough to be the king of Eldr, Kol.” Lorelai crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. Did he think she was stupid? She didn’t know what the Eldrians hoped to gain by making such a ridiculous claim, but they weren’t going to get it from her. She’d spent years learning everything there was to know about the kingdoms that surrounded Ravenspire, and the king of Eldr was old enough to be this boy’s father. “I don’t know what you want here, but it’s time for you to go.” “You dare speak to him this way?” The girl with the short dark hair and sharp green eyes stepped toward Lorelai, but the huge, dark-skinned Eldrian boy put a hand on her shoulder to hold her back.
