Concord

"Do not mistake me for your ally, Lord Gwydion." She steps closer, her hair flung back against her scarlet robe. "If I disclosed some of Arawn's secrets, it was because it suited me to use the Sons of Don as instruments of my vengeance. If I offer no objection when you leave, today, to broker peace amongst those ruffians of the northern cantrevs, it is because that action gives no injury to me. If your path should cross my own — "

"You would kill me."

"That," she says, pressing her lips to his throat, "is the distinction between us."