Huh,†said Kit, thinking of the Cold Peace. “Are you a prisoner?†“No,†said the faerie. “I’m Mark’s lover.†Oh, Kit thought. The person he went into Faerie to save. He tried to stifle a look of amusement at the way faeries talked. Intellectually, he knew the word “lover†was part of traditional speech, but he couldn’t help it: He was from Los Angeles, and as far as he was concerned, Kieran had just said, Hello, I have sex with Mark Blackthorn. What about you?