Rosemary and Rue (October Daye, #1)

by Seanan McGuire

One way or another, I was going to have to trust somebody, and when it comes to finding someone you can trust with something no one can know exists, you always turn to the ones you hate.

“I wasn’t sure of my welcome.” “Never doubt your welcome in my halls again—and that, Toby, is an order.” The stress on the last word was subtle but firm. He was my liege. He orders, I obey.

The hypocrisy...