“You do not understand what you have done,” Mab said quietly. “I know exactly what I have done,” Maeve snarled. “I have beaten you. This was never about the sleepers, or this accursed isle, or the lives of mortal insects. This was about beating you, you hidebound hag. About using your own games against you. Kill me now, and you risk destroying the balance of Winter and Summer forever, throwing all into chaos.” Sarissa lay on the ground, moaning. “And it was about taking her away from you,” Maeve gloated.
