The magic on you is the strongest I have seen, Kaye. It protects you even from the touch of iron, which burns faerie flesh. I know you to be a pixie because I saw you when you were very small and we lived in Seelie lands. The Queen herself asked us to look after you.” “But why?” Something about the Thistlewitch’s story bothered Kaye. It made her wonder just whose plan they were executing.
