“I am owed favors. You are obliged to repay them.” And, deep down inside of me, something twisted with acute discomfort, as if Lara’s words had just reached into my guts and started kicking them, then waterboarded my conscience for good measure. Welling up from the Winter mantle was the sure and certain knowledge that Lara was owed, and that it was an injustice too deep to tolerate that she should not be repaid. No matter how inconvenient or personally humiliating it might be. Wow. So that’s what it felt like from the faerie side of things. No wonder so many of them didn’t like me much.
