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

by Holly Black

“When I came here, pretending to be Taryn, you said you’d sent me messages,” I say. “You seemed surprised I hadn’t gotten any. What was in them?” Cardan turns to me, hands clasped behind his back. “Pleading, mostly. Beseeching you to come back. Several indiscreet promises.” He’s wearing that mocking smile, the one he says comes from nervousness.

Who stole the letters? Madoc

I think of the way she would bring me in from the car when I fell asleep on long drives.