I understood what Mab knew that Maeve didn’t. Sarissa wasn’t the only Faerie vessel on the hilltop. She was simply the one Maeve had been meant to see. There was one other person there who had been spending time with a powerful fae. Who had a relationship with one that was deeper and more significant than a casual or formal acquaintance. Whose life had been methodically, deliberately, and covertly reshaped for the purpose. Who had been extensively prepared by one of the Sidhe.
