Her initial reaction was to tell him it was none of his business. Then, she considered the coincidence. On the one hand, no one was entitled to the assignment from Uaimh Reev aside from her, Ash, and Malik. On the other hand, she was open to believing in a world where accidental happenings might be mutually beneficial. It didn’t seem useful to withhold this particular bit of knowledge, nor could she see a disadvantage in sharing it. Amaris chewed on it and made the decision to tell them.

“Well, you, I suppose. Two other reevers who left Uaimh Reev were sent into Raascot to investigate why your king is sending his men south of the border. They need to learn why spies have been reported throughout Farehold and to confirm or disband rumors of infiltration of the southern borders. Meanwhile, I’m meant to find out why the queen is ordering the slaughter of all northerners in her territory, and perhaps ask her to stop. Now that I know northerners share a striking resemblance to ag’imni, I can’t say I blame her, though.”

Gadriel’s sharpened canines glinted in the firelight as his dry amusement twinkled.

“And they’re sending a bear-mauled reever because of the witch power you exercised in the glen? This sounds like a flawless plan. Who’s the seat of power in Uaimh Reev—is it still Samael? I may have to have a word with him.”

“First of all,” she said, sinking her weight into her hip as she tightened the grip of her crossed arms, “This bear mauling is of my own infliction, though that’s a story for another day.… I realize upon saying it that it doesn’t sound like it helps my cause. But, second of all, I’m no witch.”

“You’re right.” Gadriel eyed her dryly. “You’re absolutely delightful.”

She narrowed her eyes, conceding, “Yes, I suppose your conclusion is about right all the same. Still, who the hell are you? Why are you here? I’ve learned what I needed to know: you’re Raascot fae. I don’t see a particular benefit in prolonging this exchange.”

When she’d commanded Malik to stop his death blow, everyone had seen her power for what it was, friend and fae alike. She wondered if she’d be welcomed back in at the keep once Samael learned she’d used it on another reever. Perhaps once she pleaded her case, the others would understand.

Gadriel clapped his hands together suddenly. He grinned. “That’s it!”

“What’s it?” she asked.

The other two looked at him expectantly, the dancing flames filling the campsite with the warmth of its crackle.

“You need me.”

“I’m quite certain I do not.”