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“I have nae obligation to explain myself to ye,” Nectan said as Thomas reached him. “The good of the Seelie Fey is always my first concern, not the needs of one Untamed wilding.”
“One Untamed wilding who pledged himself to you.”
“And that pledge holds me here,” Nectan said, the edge to his voice razor-sharp. “Your father gave me no such pledge, yet I have risked the lives of my Court for him this night. For the good of all the Fey. Do not forget that, wilding.”
Nona had been right then. Thomas frowned, trying to put the pieces together. What game are you playing? Strang’s question of a moment ago was a good one.
Nectan continued, giving Thomas no chance to reply. “I received word two years ago of a Traveller of great power who lived in Dál Riata, near the monastery at Hii. Your fat
