Radiant Shadows. Melissa Marr

calm as he was within Faerie. Instead he looked ready to lash out at Devlin. “Do you have any idea who that girl was?”

       I have all sorts of ideas.

      

      Devlin didn’t raise his voice or his hand—although the temptation was very much there. All he said was, “It is not your concern.”

      “It is, actually. Ani belongs to the Dark Court.” Seth stepped closer and lowered his voice. “If Niall or Irial saw you with her, they would have questions about our queen’s intentions and—”

      “I know.” Devlin’s voice revealed his ire then. “Your tone is unappreciated nonetheless.”

      Seth stopped and took a deep breath.

      “Sorry. It’s been a long night.” He wiped the raindrops from his face and smiled wryly. “Actually, it’s been a long year. The guy from earlier is doing okay, I think.”

      Devlin nodded. He had no care over the injured mortal’s state. He hadn’t stabbed the mortal, hadn’t done anything untoward. It mattered to Seth though. He was too recently mortal to understand that the deaths of mortals at Bananach’s hands were merely a fact of being. Over the centuries to come—if Seth lived—he would grow used to it. War brought death and pain. It was who she was.