Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden.
She had been interested in him for some time. It was only natural, being the godchild of her handmaiden. Then he had gone above his appointed duty, slain the Summer Lady with his own hand.
Every being of Faerie had turned eyes to him after that. They were watching.
She knew of his brother, of course. The Leansidhe knew, so she knew.
And knowledge was power.
Oh, she wouldn't do anything. There was no reason to. Not yet.
There would be.
There always was.
She would just be patient.
It was what she did best.