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Her head tilted the other way. Her hips shifted in a kind of counterpoint that drew the eye. "How long has it been for you, wizard? How long since you sated yourself."
The answer was depressing. "Last time I saw Susan, I guess."
Maeve made a disgusted sound. "No, not love, wizard. Need. Flesh."
"The two aren't mutually exclusive," I said.
She waved that off with an expression of contempt. "I want an answer.
"Looks to me like there's all kinds of things you want that you aren't going to get," I told her. I glanced at Fix and Lily, throwing a mute appeal into it.
Fix gave me an apologetic shrug and Lily sighed. "You might as well indulge her, Harry. She's as stubborn as any of us, the only one who might give you the answers you need, and she knows it."
I looked back at Maeve, who gave me that same eerie, intensely sensual smile. "Tell me, mortal. When was the last time flesh, new and strange to your hand, lay quivering beneath you, hmm?" She leaned down until her eyes were inches from mine. I could smell winter mint and something lush and corrupt, like rotted flowers, on her breath. "When was the last time you could taste and feel some little lovely's cries?"
I regarded her without any expression and said, in a gentle voice, "Technically? When I killed Aurora."
Maeve's expression flickered with an instant of uncertainty.
"You remember Aurora," I told her quiedy. "The last Summer Lady. Your peer. Your equal. When she died, she'd been cut several dozen times with cold iron. She was bleeding out. But she was still trying to stick a knife in Lily. So I tackled her and held her down. She kept struggling until she lost too much blood. And then she died in the grass on the hill of the Stone Table."
Dead silence filled the whole place.
"It sort of surprised me," I said, never putting any particular emotion on the words. "How fast it happened. It surprised her, too. She was confused when she died."
Maeve only stared at me.
"I never wanted to kill her. But she didn't leave me any choice." I let the silence fill the room for a moment and stared at Maeve's eyes.
The Winter Lady swallowed and eased her weight a tiny bit away from me.
Then I gestured with one hand at the chair I still held out for her and said, "Let's be polite to one another, Maeve. Please."
She took a slow breath, soulless, inhuman eyes on mine, and then said, "I know now why Mab wants you." She straightened and gave me an odd little bow, which might have looked more courtly had she been wearing a gown. Then she sat and said, "Does the barkeep still have those sweet-lemon chips of ice?"


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