Free The Lost Tribe Complete Collection by Lola Kidd

Cate’s suggestion. It was the only way to keep Cate happy while she figured out how to get her people home. 

Nine
    They were in Remus’s cramped office. Troy wanted to get back in the air. Stretching his wings had done wonders for his mood. Being back on the ground, he could feel the effects waning. It was going to get worse when he had to eat with Hera and try to pretend he didn’t despise the monarch. As beautiful as she was and as nice as she liked to play, she ruled with an iron fist. Unlike his place in castle Blackfire, Hera lived away from her people. They weren’t welcome to come and speak with her about their day or any problems they were having.
    There was animosity between their grandparents since dozens of people had left Eternal Sun Village for Blackfire. The problem grew when his mother married a man from Blackfire instead of Hera’s father. The cities still enjoyed a pretense of civility but only because Hera expected to marry Troy or Tavis. She didn’t care that Tavis preferred the company of men. A Blackfire prince was her birthright. It didn’t matter which one it was. The only reason she had set her sights on him of late was his claim to the throne.
    Troy knew what would become of his city if he let Hera get her hands on it. Increasingly, the only end he saw was war. All roads led to it. If he married Hera and she wanted to subjugate his people, they would go to war. If he didn’t marry Hera and denied her a royal mate, they would go to war. He didn’t see a way out that didn’t involve war. He was putting of any decision as long as he could. In the interim, maybe Hera would find someone else she wanted to marry. A long shot but not entirely out of the question. There were many men who would kill to marry her. One was bound to catch her eye eventually.
    “Why did you bring me here?” Troy asked Remus. His mood was ruined now that he had thought about Hera and marriage. Remus was wasting his time. The old man was searching through stacks of paper and old books.
    “Just one more minute. I know its here. I was looking at it just before you got here.”
    That was likely to be years ago or just ten minutes ago. Remus was terrible at keeping track of things. Troy’s father had confined him to one room to help him stay organized but it hadn’t helped. Troy would be waiting all day.
    Remus held up a book triumphant. “Here it is!”
    He brought the old paper to Troy. Troy turned the book over and over. “What is this? The words are too faded for me to read.”
    “Don’t you remember this?” Remus asked dismayed. “This is the story about the ghost from the many places.”
    Troy looked closer at the paper. He could barely make out a small picture of a man in funny clothes. “Oh. I think I see it now. I haven’t seen this in ages.”
    “You were never as interested in the mythology as Tavis was,” Remus said wistfully. “Do you remember the story?”
    “Some…wait. I see where you’re going with this. I don’t have time for this Remus. Hera is staying at the castle and will be joining us for evening meal before she goes home.”
    “You have to make time for this! This England tribe is from another world Troy. I’m sure of it.”
    “How can you be sure?” Troy threw the book on the table.
    “The wraith created a wall in the middle of the forest. Where did all these people come from and how do they have the powers they do? They aren’t like the wraiths. They come from the sea and none of these people came from the sea.”
    “They do have strange powers.” Troy admitted. “The princess created some kind of force field using her hands. It protected us from an errant flame from Hera. The forest around us burned to a crisp.”
    Remus’s stroked his beard. “Powers like these are unlike any I’ve seen before. Could she repeat it for me here?”
    “I don’t think so. She seemed surprised she was able to do it at all. Her sister must have incredible power if she was able to create