“What is that,' Devlon asked.

Nesta merely stared at him, one hand clamping the edges of her grey cloak together at her chest. One of the other camp lords made some sign against evil.

'That,' Cassian said too quietly, 'is none of your concern.'

'Is she a witch?'

I opened my mouth, but Nesta said flatly, 'Yes.'

And I watched as nine full-grown, weathered Illyrian warlords flinched.

'She may act like one sometimes,' Cassian clarified, 'but no- she's High Fae.”