"Is that what she lets you call her? Sweet on her slave, is she? Calls you her hero instead of her attack dog, when she slips into your mind and sets you on her enemies?" Keziah snarls at the thought, though she makes no move to attack or harm. She's still backing away from Erik, from the gathering entire. "Ibtihaj, my sire, thought herself in love with the Faerie Lord that enslaved her, too."

The misunderstanding here runs deep. Elves and other fae are dangerous for vampires in Keziah's world. She doesn't think you're running the show, Erik.

"The fae can't control us unless we drink their blood. And their blood is addictive."