"When I have that which is silver borne, I shall have no need to fear.
Not wolves, not Gray Lords.
The only thing that saves you at this moment is that it might take some time after you die for it to reveal itself.
If you make this too difficult for me, I will risk it." "What did you want me to do?" I asked her.
"Tell me you won't tell any of the werewolves about me, about what you have, and that Gabriel is in any kind of distress or danger." "Okay," I said reluctantly.
"I won't tell any of the wolves about you, about the thing I have that was Phin's, or about Gabriel's current danger." "You will not tell any of the fae.
Not the Gray Lords, not the old fae who was at your place of work this morning." I looked at Darryl, and he nodded grimly.
He'd tell Zee for me.
"I will not tell any fae I know about you, about the thing I have that was Phin's, or about Gabriel's current danger." "I can't force you to adhere to that agreement," she told me.
"That magic is no longer mine.
But I will know the instant you break your word--and our deal will be off.
This young and beautiful man will be mine, and you will die." Jesse's cold hand gripped mine.
She and Gabriel had been sort of dating for a while.
"Sort of" because he was concentrating on school since he needed scholarships for college.
"All right," I told the fae.
"Second.
You will bring this thing to the bookstore and give it to my knight of the water." Fishy Boy, I thought.
Though Knight of the Water didn't ring any bells.
Maybe it was a title rather than a type of fae.
"Nope.
I'm not bringing it to the bookstore to your knight." One of her people could kill us all, and leave her not foresworn.
We needed to deal only with her.
"You will--" "Not trust you unless it is a full exchange.
You bring Gabriel, and I get him safe and unharmed in exchange for this thing I will bring you." "I cannot bring you Gabriel unharmed," she said, sounding amused.
Mary Jo gave a very soft rumbling growl, and I poked her to stop it.
Maybe the fae wasn't paying attention.
She'd heard the earlier sound Jesse had made, but as Bran liked to tell me, you can have the best senses in the world, but if you forget to use them, they can do you no good.
"No more harmed than now," I said.
"Himself, in his own mind, his body no more bruised than it is at this instant." "That I can manage," she said, still sounding amused.
"I would consider death as further damage." She laughed.