“STOP. SKYE IS AN ALLY.”
I could barely hear Wolfie’s words over the pain shredding every ounce of self-control I’d clung to. Lupe’s response, though, was closer and easier to distinguish.
“She’s an obstacle. This is our chance to take down the Unseelie Court. I won’t put a puppet on the throne.”
“I never”—long pause while Erskine caught his breath—“intended to be your puppet.”
“All the more reason to do this job myself.”
Wolfie’s footsteps were inaudible over the pounding of blood in my ears, but I felt the tendril of concern as he approached us. “Lupe, you need to get your head on straight. What happened years ago does not mean all fae are evil.”
Lupe’s snort was so close I could feel the turbulent air rushing past me. Her fingers prodded at my throat. Then another dose of pain blo
