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“Do you get punched a lot? You seem like the kind of faerie who gets punched a lot.”
“I’ve seen you vanish into thin air,” I managed to say, my lungs burning. “Just go. I’ll be fine.” “’Til death do us part, remember?” Collith gasped back. “Looks like that’s going to be a lot sooner than either of us expected.”
“Go to hell.” “Haven’t you heard?” Jassin leaned close. He smelled like everything tempting and addictive. Like chocolate. Like sex. “Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” Though he didn’t touch me, it felt like someone had run their finger along the ridges of my spine. He had power, there was no denying it. I retaliated with false bravado. “Satan came to my christening, little boy. Stay out of my way, or I’ll make you piss in your fancy clothes.”
“I was terrified that you, Fortuna Sworn, would forget or outgrow me,” he answered. “That someday, you wouldn’t come back. I didn’t care about fading into nothing or not existing. No, what haunted me most was the thought of losing you.”
“The Queen of the Unseelie Court must possess extraordinary strength, for the crown is heavy. She must be as cunning as the Dark Prince, for she will defend our doors. She must be devoted to the people, for not all have power or wisdom to do so themselves.
“Let this be a lesson to all of you,” I said, meeting as many gazes as I could. Damon kept crying. “If you fuck with me and mine, I will return the favor tenfold.”
