He stood silently beside her for a moment before muttering, “The fox doesn’t deserve you.”

“Sionnach knows me better than you ever did.” She shook her head. “All those years I was cursed to stand against you, I’m not sure you ever tried to know me.”

There were words he could say, wicked phrases and lovely reminders, but they would only hide the lie. He hadn’t known her. Sometimes, he thought that the only faeries he truly knew were the Winter Queens—the one he loved and the one he’d killed. For nine hundred years, he’d spent all of his time seeking his missing Summer Queen and trying to rule without his full power. He was realizing of late that he had made more than a few mistakes.

“Knowing you doesn’t mean deserving you” was all he said.

Rika stared at him for a moment, and foolishly, he felt a brush of hope that they could talk rationally. Unfortunately, that hope faded as she folded her arms over her chest and said, “Go away. Don’t come back here.”

He couldn’t truly blame her for thinking she could confront a regent so boldly. It had been her role from the time she became fey until Donia became the next Winter Girl. He lifted a hand to brush back her hair, but she moved out of his reach. “You can’t demand that, not of me,” he told her. “Not now.”

Instead of replying, she turned and returned to her cave. Later, he could try again, but for now, he let her go. Some battles were about steadily wearing away at the defenses, not winning in one glorious fight. He wasn’t done here.

Nonetheless, Keenan felt the weight of failure on his shoulders as he left Rika’s cave. The desert had always been one of his solaces; it was one of the rare places in the world where the last Winter Queen had been unable to extend her power. When Rika had first been freed from the then–Winter Queen’s curse and fled to the Mojave Desert, Keenan had believed that he’d have a future ally there. She’d been angry during her time as a Winter Girl, good at convincing girls not to trust him, but she’d loved him once. He’d believed that her anger would fade, that the core of her love was still there. Now, as he walked across the scorching ground, he realized he’d been tragically wrong. Like both his Summer Queen and the new Winter Queen, Rika simply didn’t trust him.