The Queen of Nothing (The Folk of the Air #3)

by Holly Black

“Oh, I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe he’d like to hear me scream.” “I would,” Cardan says, standing. “And perhaps one day I will.” On the way out, his hand goes to my hair. A light touch, barely there, and then gone.

“By you, I am forever undone.”

“My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.”