"She all but threatened you outright if you kept trying to steal her people away. I investigated a potential enemy's stronghold."
"And?" I asked.
"She should be frightened of us," he said, and his voice was that voice of before, when he'd been only a weapon and not a person to me.
"We stop by the Fael, and then we'll talk about what to do with the other godmother. If we tell her and she tells no one, then it is we who can say that she cares more about her jealousy of me than about her own people."
"Clever," Doyle said.
"Ruthless," Frost said.
"It would only be ruthless if I didn't warn the demi-fey some other way. I won't risk another life for some stupid power play."
"It is not stupid to her, Meredith," Doyle said. "It is all the power she has ever had, or will ever have. People will do very bad things to keep their perceived power intact."
"Is she dangerous to us?"
"In a full frontal assault, no, but if it is trickery and deceit, then she has fey who are loyal to her and hate the sidhe."
"Then we keep an eye on them."
"We are," he said.
"Are you spying on people without telling me?" I asked.
"Of course I am," he said.
"Shouldn't you run things like that by me first?"