This time, I knew I had to make an entrance. If power was all Aoilainn understood, I'd show her just who and what she was dealing with.
No promises the Sidhe realm would still be standing when I was done with her.
As much as I was turned around and lost, Shaylee knew exactly where we were going and, with some help from her magic and mine, shortened the trip by altering the path much as her mother had done on our initial approach. It was only then I understood just how fluid the realm was, how easy it could be to bend and manipulate, to create in exactly the shape I wanted.
Tempting. And therein lay the problem, didn't it? Queen Aoilainn had her own way for so long, controlled everything for centuries, the idea I would rebel against her had to be driving her crazy.
Wicked. The crazier the better.