"I watched the water swirl away entirely before I twisted my head to look at him. His fingers were gentle, but firm where he'd fisted them in my hair. "You never failed them," I rasped. "I did ... horrible things to ensure that." Those violet eyes near-glowed in the dim light. "So did I." My sweat clung like blood--the blood of those two faeries-- I pivoted, barely turning in time. His other hand stroked long, soothing lines down the curve of my back, as over and over I yielded my dinner. When the latest wave had ebbed, I breathed, "The flames?" "Autumn Court." I couldn't muster a response. At some point, I leaned against the coolness of the nearby bathtub and closed my eyes. When I awoke, sun streamed through the windows, and I was in my bed--tucked in tightly to the fresh, clean sheets."