The Brightest Fell (October Daye, #11)

by Seanan McGuire

Quentin scowled. “Oh, no,” he said. “Stop it.” I blinked. “Stop what?” “Stop thinking we’d be better off without you.” “I wasn’t!” “You were. I could see it in your eyes, and you’re wrong. We’re better with you, just like you’re better with us.