“The Cold Peace wasn’t what took Mark away from us,” said Julian, his cheeks burning with color. “That was you. The Wild Hunt. We can see by your eyes that you ride with Gwyn, don’t deny it.” “Oh,” said Kieran with a slight smirk on his lips. “I would not deny that.” Emma wondered if anyone else heard Julian’s intake of breath. “So you know my brother.” The smirk never left Kieran’s face. “Of course I do.”
Book:Lady Midnight
