My Fae light illuminated the spiral stairwell but couldn"t show me what waited around the next tight curve. I switched to directing it with my left hand and summoned a silver knife, which I clutched in my right. I suspected that the magic of the asylum would definitely not approve of my wielding a weapon, but so far it hadn"t kept me from going behind the picture into the secret stairwell, defeating a dust devil spell, or otherwise flexing my powers.
Which felt damn good. I"d been reluctant to use my full power as Queen of the Light Fae, especially when caught in the time loop because of the risk of a spell having unintended consequences. Perhaps if I had used my powers, claimed my identity earlier, I wouldn"t be in this mess.
Or maybe I"d be in a worse one. Legend had it that certain he
