Mab halted him with a raised hand. If I didn’t already hate her, it might have been a moment of respect. She’d condemned me to this, to this battle and this fate; she would at least let me see it through. I suspected it was all a test to see what I was capable of. Not my magic, but just me. If I had a line I would not cross; if I would not murder and cause harm to save myself. She wanted to know if I saw myself as the hero of my story. I didn’t. I only saw myself as the villain of hers.
