His lips tilted in a cocky smile. “More than you know.”
“You have magic?”
“Aye.”
“What kind?”
“You saw some of it,” he told her. “The fog.”
Her eyes widened. “Tell me how you came to be on this realm. And is there a way for me and my friends to leave it?”
“You wouldna be hunted in my world for having magic, but I doona think my world would be better.”
“That’s because you haven’t lived here your entire life,” she snapped.
“True.”
She briefly closed her eyes, hating when she lost her temper.
“Are there other Banshees?” Cullen asked.
Tamlyn nodded. “A Banshee found me. That’s how I learned what I was. She hid me and ran after a couple of days because men were on her trail. I’ve not seen her since.”
“Are you telling me that you were one of those children about to be sacrificed?” he asked after going very still.
“Yes,” she replied softly.
They stared at each other for several seconds in silence. Then she asked, “Why are you on this realm?”
“I’m helping my friends, who have been attacked by an unknown foe.”
“And you got here how?”
He hesitated as if he didn’t want to tell her. “A doorway.”
His answer floored her. “What kind of magic was used?”
“Fae.”
“Fae?” she asked in shock. “That can’t be. The Fae are a myth.”
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Afraid no’.”
“Are you Fae?”
“No. I have several good friends who are, but I’m no’ a Fae.”
She caught and held his gaze. “What are you, then?”
“I’m no’ sure you want to know.”
“I do.”
He wrinkled his nose. “I doubt that.”
“I told you what you wanted to know. It’s only fair that you do the same.”
Cullen licked his lips. “I’m a Dragon King.”