“I can give you power to call hounds. But, as I am sure you know, my power works on sacrifice. For this, the cost will be dear.” “Not just any hounds,” he said sharply, thinking he saw her trap. The fae didn’t lie, but deception was an art form to them. “The magical beasts.” I didn’t need to see her smile to feel her satisfaction as he came to her trap without seeing it at all. He was prey, no matter how powerful he was. He was not clever enough to escape her—and she would forgive neither the slap nor the threat. “Magical beasts in doglike form,” she clarified. He hadn’t listened to her.
