that made up the fence around the palace, silenced at his touch. They felt warm and inviting, and it was almost like they were speaking to him. Devin held his hand there and tried to listen. It wasn’t every day a plant tried to talk to him.
‘ King,’ a faint voice said. Devin couldn’t tell if it were male or female. ‘What can we do for you?’
Devin was never going to get used to the plants talking to him. It was the same feeling when he made the houses for the outcasts, but that time he was reaching out to them instead of the other way around.
‘ Can you make all the gates to keep track of Nessa and inform me if she leaves the palace?’ he asked. There was still one gate she could sneak out of. It wasn’t a problem when he was in the palace and could tell how far away she was from him, but while he lived with the outcasts, he didn’t want to take any chances.
‘ It will be done,’ the faint voice replied.
‘ And could you not go off when I go through the gate?’
‘ We don’t know the difference between you two. You carry the royal blood in your veins,’ the plants replied. That much was true. When Nessa bonded to Devin, she had given him some of her blood.
Devin looked down at his hand and sliced a finger. Dripping just a drop of blood on the leaf closest to his hand, Devin watched as the blood disappeared.
‘ I may have the king’s blood, but I also have day human blood. I am the only day human here; use that to notice the difference,’ Devin suggested.
The plant had bristled in his hand before it responded. ‘ We can do that.’
“Thank you,” Devin said out loud to the plant. He was happy to not have anyone around catching him talking to the plants, especially not his best friend, Turner. He would have endlessly been teased for that.
‘ And king,’ the plants said as Devin was going to pull away.
“Yes?”
‘ Know that you are not the only one.’
‘ The only king?’ Devin replied. He was confused. Was it possible to have more than one king?
‘ The only one that has asked to keep track of the queen. There was another earlier today that came to us. He asked to be informed if she left the grounds and what way she left. ’
Devin looked at the intertwined leaves. They had no eyes to see with, and he doubted they knew who it was even if he asked.
‘ Are they a king here?’ Devin asked. If he had competition, he had to know.
‘ They are not, but somehow they could still speak to us,’ the walls replied.
“Someone has sidhe magic to talk to plants,” Devin deduced. It didn’t sound too farfetched. The sidhe could do most anything nature related with their magic.
‘ Not sidhe magic,’ the plants replied. ‘Witch magic.’
Devin stared at the plant. He knew what he had heard, yet he still couldn’t believe it. The sidhe were reclusive and never associated outside their lands. Now for the second time in one day, he was hearing of them using magic—witch magic. In the night human world, there was only one region with witches, and he knew a few himself. What was he supposed to do now? With the old king’s power, he could easily keep the sidhe in line, as he could do anything another sidhe could do, but he wasn’t versed in witch magic. What could he do against that? It was like trying to combine oil and water. The types of magic were different and distinct. Was there someone hidden in the sidhe posing as one of them? It was the only solution Devin could think of. Somewhere, there was a witch, and things had just gotten a bit more dangerous.
CHAPTER 3
Devin stood behind Nessa in his designated spot and watched the audience. Someone that was currently sitting there staring back at him wasn’t what they appeared to be. It didn’t seem possible for a witch to disguise themselves as a sidhe since they were as day human as Devin was, but the plants didn’t lie. They couldn’t lie. He had learned that much already this morning from Keaton. People could lie, but