“And, truth be told, I'm curious myself. I wouldn't want Goodfellow dying before we ever resolved our duel. That would be unfortunate.”

“Me? Die? Didn't they tell you, princess? I'm Robin Goodfellow.”

“Goodfellow snickered."Wouldn't be any fun if we didn't run into some sort of catastrophe." Pulling his dagger ,he waved me on."After you,your highness.Puck to Ash”

“But there are things I want to do before I die, a whole list that I know I probably won't get to, but I'm sure as hell going to try.”

“Ash nodded. “Look for Oberon or Mab,” he said grimly, scanning the battlefield. “They’ll likely be on opposite sides of the river. Try not to engage anything, Goodfellow. We don’t want a fight — we just want to get the scepter to the queen.”“Don’t kid yourself, Prince.” Puck grinned and drew his daggers, pointing to Ash with the tip. “You’re a traitor, Meghan’s the Summer princess, and I’m Robin Goodfellow. I’m sure the ranks of Unseelie will just let us waltz right through.”

“What are you doing here, Goodfellow?"Rescuing the princess from the winter court, of course. Though it appears I'm saving your sorry-ass as well.""I could've handled it.""Oh, I'm sure. Well then, shall we get on with it? Try to keep up, your highness.""Just stay out of my way.”

“We could die tomorrow," I whispered back. "I want to be with you tonight. I don't want to have any regrets, when it comes to us. So, yes, I'm sure. I love you, Ash.”