“It’s easier for you this way, isn’t it? So be it; believe me your wicked fae legend, your nightmare come to life,” he growled, the rage in his voice thrumming through Aisling’s core. The mortal queen stood from where she sat, blowing out her fist of fire as the sun peaked its golden eyes over the summit’s edge. “If I’d been in your position”—she forced herself to meet his eyes—”I would’ve killed you too.” And she was cursed with knowing that deep down, she would’ve enjoyed doing it.
