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Penelope could do nothing but stare for several seconds. "Because ... because ..." she flailed, wondering how she was supposed to explain this. Her heart was breaking, her most terrifying—and exhilarating—secret had been shattered, and he thought she had the presence of mind to explain herself?wI realize she's quite possibly the biggest bitch..."

I stared at him, my heart sinking. What do you mean?We do not work with fae, in any way, shape or form. He turned back to Jeriad. I’m sorry, noble dragon. But you’ll have to search elsewhere.

Then would you free the Nasiris instead? Sofia blurted next to me.I winced, already anticipating Cyrus' response even before he turned on Sofia and looked her over coldly. The Nasiris are ours, fair lady, he said. His voice had turned to ice. He never had liked Sofia. Not since she had tried to interfere with his assault on Nuriya back in The Oasis.You wouldn’t agree to spare… anyone at all? she pressed. Not even two or three?

To this, Cyrus did not bother to even respond. He simply roamed toward the exit, calling over his shoulder another apology to Jeriad for being unable to help.As he left through the door, the same guard who had escorted us down here returned to the room before stating the obvious. I believe the meeting is over.

After the fae, River and I had retreated, we waited about a mile away for the rest to emerge. In this flat landscape, we caught sight of them as soon as they climbed out from the trapdoor. We hurried over to them and bombarded them with questions.

As expected, all had not gone well in the meeting with Cyrus. Clearly, the Drizans had some kind of long-standing feud with the fae that Aisha didn’t know about. They seemed to despise them as much as they despised witches.It has always been fashionable among the ton to complain of ennui, but surely this year's crop of partygoers has raised boredom to an art form. One cannot take two steps at a society function these days without hearing the phrase "dreadfully dull," or "hopelessly banal." Indeed This Author has even been informed that Cressida Twombley recently remarked that she was convinced that she might perish of eternal boredom if forced to attend one more off-key musicale.

(This Author must concur with Lady Twombley on that note; while this year's selection of debutantes are an amiable bunch, there is not a decent musician amongthem.)If there is to be an antidote for the disease of tedium, surely it will be Sunday's fete at Bridgerton House.

The entire family will gather, along with a hundred or so of their closest friends, to celebrate the dowager viscountess's birthday.It is considered crass to mention a lady's age, and so This Author will not reveal which birthday Lady Bridgerton is celebrating.