Free The Day Human King by B. Kristin McMichael Page B

Ronan as he stood. “Sorry. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he told Nessa as he leaned over and kissed her cheek, setting up the barrier to keep her safe again.
    Nessa was a ball of confusion as he ran away. She was still angry, but hopeful he could rescue the person that was dying. Devin grinned over the fact that her anger was simmering down as it had been full blast only moments before. He knew from the first time he met Nessa that she would be hard to keep track of, but it was all beginning to feel a bit more normal. He was getting used to the roller coaster of emotion from her, especially now that the bond was completely open. It was easier to see the world through her eyes and have more empathy for her. Now, he just wished she could do the same for him.
     
    Devin followed behind Ronan as they left after healing the sidhe, leaving him awake and coherent. He had made it just in time to save the young man’s life, even if the sidhe he was helping didn’t appreciate being saved by a day human. The injured elite sidhe couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen years old, yet still disliked Devin extremely just for being a day human. No matter the young man’s attitude, Devin hated to see someone so young caught in the war. The boy had a future ahead of him. Someone that age didn’t have much time to be involved in any of the sidhe politics. He was probably innocent of any doings of his family or clan. Why would they poison such a young man for crimes he didn’t commit? The elite needed to change.
    He looked down at the new vial of poison he held. Though he didn’t know what it was, it looked similar to what he had taken from all of the other places. He needed to find out what it was because he couldn’t be there every time someone was poisoned. They required a solution that didn’t involve calling in the day human that everyone despised. They had to stop the culprit, and stop the poison. Those were their two main goals. Everything else had to come in second.
    “You know that the nobles would be forced to listen to you if you would just marry my cousin,” Ronan told Devin as they slowed down once they rounded the corner to the amphitheater where Nessa had been left again. Devin wasn’t anxious to see what he found there. She would be pissed.
    Marriage had crossed his mind several times in the last two days. They had been bonded for months now, but they’d both thought it was temporary. Their lives were intertwined, and so were the emotions that pulled them together. Marriage seemed like the next best option, especially with Nessa becoming queen soon. Regardless, there was no way he was going to allow someone else to marry her. She meant too much to him. It filled him with jealousy just to see another gaze upon her in a desirable way.
    “That would work if there was ever the time to ask her,” Devin replied, which was the truth of it.
    “So you don’t have time to talk? What do you two do all day?” Ronan teased as they slowed.
    Devin grinned at the insinuation. He would have liked that to be true, but their relationship was also lacking in that department. First, he needed to learn how to navigate the emotional nightmare that was Nessa. “You know your cousin. She’s always mad about something. There hasn’t been a time to ask her when she is in a good mood and has recently forgiven me for something I did.”
    Ronan laughed and patted Devin on the back. “That I can believe.” Ronan pointed into the room where Nessa was still sitting, glaring at the doorway they had just entered.
    Nessa was mad, fuming to be exact. She had been left alone in the empty amphitheater in Devin’s protective bubble. She was safe from anyone harming her, but she also couldn’t move, which could have been a problem if she needed anything
    When Devin reached her, he offered her his hand, breaking the bubble. Nessa took it, but once she could move, threw his hand back down.
    “What the heck was that?” Nessa