“Do you want to know why that didn’t work?” Des asks. He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “The darkness is loyal to its own—it won’t hurt another fairy that wields its power.” I feel the first thread of unease at his words. “That means the Thief is one of my kind—he’s a Night fae.” My knees go a little weak. A Night fae? One who’s impervious to Des’s magic?
