“Uncle!” I screamed, vision blurring with relieved tears.

Lord Raelen turned his elegant, serene face toward me, wreathed in silvery Seelie magic, and I saw nothing at all in his expression. That’s when I knew I’d made a terrible, terrible mistake.

“Lord Jarrah, I believe I was perfectly clear,” said my uncle calmly. “I instructed that she be dead by the time of my arrival. I have no wish to see this.”

Maybe there was the smallest ...