"And then, you chose me to find the murderer," Fen said. "Oh how I laughed at you all behind your backs. How I gloated to myself, brothers. But then again, we were never kin, were we?"

Dean drew his sword and roared. "You bastard! We should have never treated you as one of our own!"

Fen's eyes fell, a quizzical expression on his face, as if he had just learned something new. But he quickly returned to his cold, hard, disregarding performance. And that's what it was, a performance. "I understand now why I've always been better than you. Stronger than you." He stepped forward, toward his brothers. "I have the power of the Fae and vampire. I have the Earth Spirit at my side."

Eyes flashed to the white wolf baring his teeth to the right of Fen. Baron was the Earth Spirit? Tauren? But how?

By their faces, it was clear the brothers didn't know this part. Fen was saying he wasn’t just Fae but a Druid as well. The Earth Druid.

But it couldn’t be true, could it?

Ace spoke first, his voice soft in the echoing stone hall. "Our mother… our mother said she found a Fae babe on the battlefield that she turned to save its life. She said nothing of Spirits."

His words sent a chill down my spine. Fen wasn’t lying. But then… Did he just find out? Or had he kept his true heritage secret from me?

Me. After all we shared.

"It's true," Asher said, speaking for the first time. "I was there, remember? I saw the wolf enter the infant. It took physical form many years later."

Niam turned his eyes to Asher, his jaw hard. "All this time, Asher… you knew? You knew he was the Earth Druid and you said nothing?"

"Our mother knew," Asher said. "She swore me to secrecy. Swore me just as she did you, to never speak of Fen's heritage. Would you have broken your oath to her?"

At that the princes said nothing. The rage and passion that passed between them was fading into resignation. Old relationships were breaking, making way for something new.

Asher’s words gave me a brief comfort. Asher lied to his brother, but Fen never lied to me. Not about this. He didn't know.

But…

Oh god. I did this to him. I made him the enemy.

Fen and I needed to get out of here. Now. Before this shifted into something deadlier.

After all, I was the reason Druids had any power at all. And now that included the Prince of War.

Fen caught my eyes and held them. I could tell he wanted me to leave him. To save myself. But how could he think I would do that? How could I leave him here to face the wrath of his brothers alone? Stupid, foolish man. I shook my head, but he ignored me, continuing.

"Will none of you avenge your father?" he roared. "Is your fear of me too great? Do you piss your pants at the sight of me? Come!" He beat his chest with his fists. "Come at me, brothers." His last word dripped with mockery.

That was all it took for Levi to charge him. Fen jumped into the air and their swords clashed.

I pulled at Ace's hold on me again, but his grip tightened. He looked angry. His jaw clenched as he watched his brothers fight.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at him. "Fen needs our help. Let me go."

Ace turned his hard glare toward me. "I think you've done enough to help, Princess." His words bit, and I recoiled in shock. This wasn't the Ace I'd come to know.

Fen fought hard, but Dean, Levi, Niam and even Zeb surrounded him, and it quickly became apparent that Fen hadn't yet recovered fully from his near death, despite his posturing. Even with Baron fighting at his side, he was weak. And he was losing.

Asher stood to the side, and I could see in his eyes he wished to help. Yet he did nothing.

I nudged Yami, pleading him to do something. "Use your powers. I know you can!"

Yami recoiled, shaking with fear.

"Please," I cried.

And then he threw himself into the fight, spitting blue fire into the fray. His flames crackled with lightning, setting a wall tapestry ablaze. I felt myself fill with rage as Yami grew bigger in size. But Levi thrashed a sword through the air, slicing into my dragon’s shoulder before he could take his full form.

The blade cut deep. Yami screamed and dissolved into dust as I bent over in pain, feeling the blow in my own body as my dragon left. I fell to my knees, and Ace lost his grip on me. I groaned in pain, spit flying from my mouth.

Fen turned at the sound. His face filled with sorrow. Then rage. He ran to me, and that was the only mistake Levi needed.

He grabbed Fen from behind and swung his blade at his throat. "For our father—"

I jumped up, moving faster than I ever had, and blocked Levi’s blade with my own. "Leave him be!" I screamed.

Levi turned his ire against me, and we exchanged blows, our swords ringing in the stone halls. Baron growled and tried to leap to my side, but Dean and Niam kept him restrained, looking none too pleased at having to keep an angry wolf stilled against his will.

I struck at Levi.

He parried.

He lunged.

And a third blade entered the fray, knocking both of us back.

"Stop!" Dean yelled, standing between us. He was the last person I expected to intervene. Perhaps the others felt the same, because the hall fell silent, all eyes turned to the Prince of Lust. "I love fighting and killing as much as the next demon, but this is not our way. Not against our own. We are more civilized than this. Fenris deserves a trial."

Levi scowled. "You heard him. He admitted his crimes."