“And you would choose—?” The look Roark gives me is pure confusion, as if my question is so stupid he can’t believe I asked. “Him.” “Even if—” “Every time.” The thoughtlessness of the response, the ease with which he says it, is something I can’t comprehend. This is Roark, Queen Mab’s lieutenant. The man famed in the Pantheons for his devotion to the Winter Court. The man who manipulates others to get what he wants, collateral damage be damned. Yet, he doesn’t hesitate to choose Finny over his people’s future. Will choose Finny every time.
