Grace looked at the King, but it appeared his thoughts were now elsewhere. She glared at Sylvan. "See that you do."

*

An hour later, Grace pounded on the door leading into the quarters of Quinten Cuirass. She pounded with a fist and the door shook in its frame. When the door didn't open, she started pounding again and stopped when the door was wrenched open.

Quinten stood there, glaring down at her. "What?"

Grace brushed past him and into the suite. She walked ten feet and stopped when she spotted Brian and Jason, rising from a couch, with what looked like brandy in snifters.

"What the fuck are you two cunts doing here?" growled Grace.

Brian held up a hand. “Easy, lass. We just had some questions for Quinten. We've only just arrived.”

Grace looked at Jason.

“What? I just followed Brian! We do everything together, you know that!"

"Yes, I do know. You two have kept me awake far too many times on the road."

Jason smiled. “As have you."

Grace snorted and looked around. “Is there another glass?"

Jason smiled wider. “Och aye, of course, one wee second. I'll bring it to you." Jason sauntered off deeper into the suite.

Soon she heard glass clinking. She turned to watch Quinten come over and sit on the couch opposite Brian. He waved a hand at the chair near him, "Sit."

Jason returned and handed a glass of brandy to Grace. She took a sip and then glared at Quinten.

“What the fuck is going on, Quinten? And none of that god bullshit.

You were warned, and you ignored it against all reason. Explain. Use small words, so I'm sure you understand what you say."

Quinten frowned. "Honestly, Grace, sometimes I cannot stand you. You waltz around like some trumped up demi-goddess when you're nothing more than a half-breed Night Fae. Yes, before you get your panties in a knot, I know all about what you can do. And your mother. Very frightening. But honestly, I am under the will of the One God. Ask Brian about it. When your god or goddess speaks, you listen. If you don't, bad things happen to you. Very unpleasant things. Soul searing things."

Grace squinted her eyes at him. "You don't think I understand that?

But there's a difference between simply following orders because you have to and following orders and relishing them. You went out of your way to make things extremely difficult for Daniel. You even allow Gwydion to get her claws into him and she's a right evil bitch."

Quinten looked at Grace like he would an insect. "You will never understand. Witches cannot be permitted to live. I was more than happy to follow the direction of the One God in this matter. I should have killed them the moment they stepped onto the school grounds, as was my right. Only you telling me to take care of them, stayed my hand.

"Then you left. My God spoke. And I acted. I have no guilt about it.

I am only sorry I failed. Davies and those three witches should be nothing but ash and tossed to the four winds. But alas, they still live. In my Academy, of all places."

"Give it up, lass," interjected Brian. "You'll not convince him. No more than you could ever convince me to leave Syn. I don't agree with Quinten, but I understand why he did what he did."