"No, she might keep the knowledge to herself so she can say later that I didn't warn the demi-fey because I thought I was too good to care."
"Do you truly think she hates you more than she loves her people?" Frost asked.
"She was the ruling power among the fey exiles in Los Angeles. The lesser fey went to her to settle disputes. Now they come to me."
"Not all of them," Frost said.
"No, but enough that she thinks I'm trying to take over her business."
"We want no part of her businesses, legal or illegal," Doyle said.
"She was human once, Doyle. It makes her insecure."
"Her power does not feel human," Frost said, and he shivered.
I studied his face. "You don't like her."
"Do you?"
I shook my head. "No."
"There is always something twisted inside the minds and bodies of humans who are given access to the wild magic of faerie," Doyle said.
"She got a wish granted," I said, "and she wished to be a fairy godmother, because she didn't understand that there is no such thing among us."
"She's made herself into a power to be reckoned with in this city," Doyle said.
"You've scouted her, haven't you?"