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

by Holly Black

“Jude, you can’t really think I don’t know it’s you. I knew you from the moment you walked into the brugh.”

That boy is your weakness.

“Pardoned by the crown. Meaning by the King of Faerie. Or its queen. You could have returned anytime you wanted.”

And by the time the party ebbs, when I pass courtiers, they all bow to me. Every last one.