“Just how powerful do you think he is, Guinevere?” I said, sharper than I had intended. “As powerful as a fae high king? As powerful as, what? A god?” “Why don’t you tell me, Morgan?” she said softly. “He brought the storm, did he not? Do you know any fae who could do such a thing?”
She just said he was powerful now she’s… contradicting words, talking in circles…
