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  Kaye opened the plastic bag. It was full of glittering fabrics, leather and shiny vinyl. And yes, there it was, as shimmeringly purple as in her memories, the catsuit. She pulled it out reverently.

  "How come you didn't tell me the real reason you didn't want to move to New York?" Ellen glanced meaningfully in Roiben's direction.

  Roiben's face was carefully expressionless.

  Kaye could not seem to marshal her thoughts well enough to find a reply. "Do you guys want some coffee or something?"

  Her mother shrugged. "There's some in the kitchen. I think it's left over from the morning—I could make some new."

  "No, I'll get it," Kaye said.

  She went out into the kitchen and poured some of the black stuff into a cup. Adding milk only turned it a dark, sickly gray. She added several liberal spoonfuls of sugar and drank it like penitence.

  Roiben hadn't looked angry at all; to the contrary, he looked absurdly comfortable sprawled on the couch. She should have felt better, but instead it seemed as though the knots in her stomach were tightening.

  It was evening already, and soon he would be gone. She wanted him, wanted him to want her more than she had any right or reason to expect from him, and that knowledge was as bitter as the day-old coffee.

  "Kaye?" It was Roiben, a nearly empty jar of honey in one hand, leaning against the doorframe.

  "Oh, hi," she said, stupidly, holding up the cup. "This is really bad. I'll make some new."

  "I've been… I wanted to thank you."

  "For what?"

  "For explaining what happened. For making me stay here last night."

  She took the old coffee and dumped it in the sink, hiding the embarrassed smile that was playing over her lips. She filled the pot with hot water and swirled a few times before dumping that too.

  His voice was very quiet when he spoke again. "For not being afraid of me."

  She snorted. "You've got to be kidding. I'm terrified of you."

  He smiled at Kaye, one of his quicksilver smiles, dazzling and brief. "Thank you for hiding it, then. Quite realistic."

  She grinned back at him. "No problem. I mean, if I'd known you liked it this much and all…"

  He rolled his eyes, and it was so good to stand there smiling shyly at each other. All the silly words she had wanted to say to him suddenly began clawing up her throat, desperate to be spoken.

  "I'm just glad it's over," she said, breaking the spell while she turned to spoon coffee grounds into a filter.

  He looked at her incredulously. "Over?"

  She stopped in midmotion. "Yeah, over. We're here and safe and it's over."

  "Not to distress you," he said, "but I very much doubt—"

  "Kaye!" Ellen called from the other room. "Come see this. There's a bear loose."

  "Just a minute, Mom," Kaye called back. She turned to Roiben. "What do you mean not over?"

  "Kaye, Faery is a place governed by a set of customs both severe and binding. What you have done has consequences."

  "Everything has consequences," she said, "and the consequence of this is that the solitary fey are free again, you're free, and the bad Queen is dead. That seems pretty over to me."

  "Kaye, it's going to be off by the time you get here," Ellen called.

  Kaye took a deep breath and walked out into the other room.

  Ellen was pointing to the screen "Will you look at this?"

  On the screen, a newsman was standing in the middle of Allaire State Park announcing that a man had been murdered and partially devoured. The announcer reported that, judging by the claw marks, authorities were speculating that it was a bear.

  "Now I'm hungry," Kaye said.

  The announcer went on, his salt-and-pepper hair slicked back so that it did not move, his voice overly dramatic. "The man's dog was found attached to the body by a wrist leash and was apparently unharmed. The dog has been taken into custody by the West Long Branch chapter of the SPCA, which is awaiting relatives to come and claim it."

  "I wonder what kind of dog it was," Kaye said as Roiben came back into the living room.

  Ellen made a face. "I'm going to finish my makeup. Can you just find out for me if it's going to rain? The weather should be on soon."

  "Sure," Kaye said, sprawling on the couch.

  On the television, the same announcer came back on, with another warning about the animal, reporting that there were several unconfirmed reports about missing infants and children. In some of the more unlikely reports, children were stolen from their beds, out of strollers, off swings in playgrounds. No one had seen anything, however, let alone a bear.

  A Popcorn Park Zoo representative was speaking at a press conference. The white-haired man was polishing his glasses methodically, nearly in tears as he explained how it was difficult to tell what animal had escaped, since this morning all the animals had been found in the wrong cages. The tigers had eaten several of the llamas before they could be separated. The deer had been in a small bird enclosure, panicking in the enclosed space. He suspected PETA. He didn't understand how this could have happened in such a well-run, tidy zoo.

  "In other news, a young girl on her way back from classes at Monmouth University was kidnapped this morning by an unidentified assailant. She was released tonight after a harrowing day in which she was forced to answer riddles to avoid torture. She is currently being held at Monmouth Medical Center and is in stable condition."

  Kaye sat bolt upright. "Riddles?!"

  "This is your doing," Roiben said, looking at Kaye across the dim living room. "What do you think of the first day of the next seven years?"

  Kaye shook her head, not understanding.

  The screen showed men and women being strapped to stretchers in Thompson Park. They had been found naked, dancing in a circle, and had to be forcibly restrained by police to make them stop. Their clothes were found nearby, and the available identification showed no common link. They were being treated for dehydration and blistered feet.

  Behind the cameras, Kaye could easily see the fat toadstools growing in a thick circle.

  Kaye rubbed a hand over her face. "But why? I don't understand."

  Roiben spoke as he began to pace the room. "Everything is always easier when considered black and white, isn't it? Your friends, are, after all, good and wise, so all solitary fey must be good and wise. Your friends have some respect and fear and knowledge of humans, so all the solitary fey will follow in that example."

  The phone rang, startling her. She got up and answered it. "Hello?"

  It was Janet. She sounded subdued. "Hi, Kaye."

  "Um, hi." Janet was the last person she expected to call.

  "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out."

  "What?" Kaye said.

  "No, seriously. All of us guys are going to a rave tonight. You want to come?"

  "Have you seen the news?"

  "No, why?"

  Kaye fumbled for an explanation. "There's supposed to be a bear on the loose."

  "We're going to the Pier. Don't be weird. So are you coming?"

  "No one should go. Janet, it really isn't safe."

  "So don't go," Janet said. "By the way, have you seen my brother?"

  Kaye's insides suddenly turned to ice. "Corny's gone?"

  "Yeah," Janet answered. "Since yesterday."

  Kaye couldn't help wincing. Corny was under the damn hill. She knew it. She looked desperately at Roiben, but he regarded her blankly. He couldn't hear Janet. He'd never even met Corny.

  "I'll see you, okay?" Kaye said.

  "Sure. Whatever. 'Bye."

  She hung up.

  "Who was that?" Roiben asked.

  "Janet's brother is still under the hill… with Nephamael."

  Nephamael's name made Roiben stop in his place. "More secrets?"

  She winced. "Corny. He was with me that night… when I was a pixie."

  "You are a pixie."

  "He was there that night—the one when you didn't know it was me—and
when I left, he… met… Nephamael."

  Roiben's eyebrows shot up at that.

  "Corny was totally out of his head. Nephamael hurt him, and he… liked it. He wanted to go back."

  "You left a friend—a mortal—under the hill… alone?" He sounded incredulous. "Are you completely heartless? You saw what you were leaving him to."

  "You made me leave! I couldn't get back in. I tried."

  "I thought we were going to be honest with one another. What manner of honesty is this?"

  She felt completely miserable.

  "Do you know who Nephamael is?"

  She shook her head, dread creeping over limbs, making her feel heavy, making her want to sink to the floor. "He… he's the one that put the enchantment on me and who took it off."

  "He was once the best knight in the Unseelie Court—that is, before he was sent to the Seelie Court as part of the price for a truce. He was sent there, and I was sent to Nicnevin."

  Kaye just stood, stunned, thinking about the conversation she had overheard between Nicnevin and Nephamael. Why hadn't she deduced that? What other meaning could there have been? "So Nephamael still serves Nicnevin?"

  "Perhaps. It seems more likely that he serves only himself. Kaye, do you know who concocted the plan to sabotage the Tithe?"

  "You think it was Nephamael?"

  "I don't know. Tell me, how did your friends become aware you were a pixie when not even the Queen of the Unseelie Court could see through your glamour?"

  "The Thistlewitch said she remembered when I got switched."

  "Now, how is it that they know Nephamael?"

  "I don't know."

  "We lack some piece of information, Kaye."

  "Why would Nephamael want to make trouble for Nicnevin?"

  "Perhaps he sought revenge for being sent away. I doubt he found the Seelie Court to his taste."

  She shook her head. "I don't know. I have to get Corny."

  "Kaye, if what you say is true, you know that he may well no longer be alive."

  She took a sharp, shallow breath. "He's fine," she said.

  Chapter 12

  "And for those masks who linger on

  To feast at night upon the pure sea!"

  —Arthur Rimbaud, "Does She Dance"

  She'd only ever brought one other person to the Glass Swamp. The summer when she was nine and Janet had taken to constantly teasing her about her imaginary friends, Kaye had decided that she was going to prove they were real once and for all. Janet had stepped on a half moon of bottle glass, cutting through her sneaker and jabbing into her foot on the way to the swamp. They'd never even made it down the ridge.

  It had not occurred to her until now to suspect that Lutie or Spike or even poor, dead Gristle had something to do with that.

  Darting lights were easily visible from the street, and shouts carried through the still air. She couldn't hear the voices well enough to discern whether they were about to stumble down into a bunch of kids drinking beer or into something else.

  Roiben was all in black—jeans and T-shirt and long coat that all must have been conjured up from moonbeams and cobwebs because she was sure they didn't come from any of the closets in her grandmother's house. He had pulled the top part of his hair back, but the shock of white somehow made him seem even more inhuman when he was dressed in modern clothes.

  She wondered if she looked inhuman too. Was there something about her that warned people off? Kaye had always assumed that she was just weird, no more explanation necessary. Looking at him, she wondered.

  He glanced toward her without turning his head and raised his eyebrows in a silent query.

  "Just looking at you," she said.

  "Looking at me?"

  "I… I was wondering how you did that—the clothes."

  "Oh." He looked down, as though he'd only then given a thought to what he was wearing. "It's glamour."

  "So what are you really wearing?" The words left her mouth before she could consider them. She winced.

  He didn't seem to mind; in fact, he flashed her one of his brief smiles. "And if I said nothing at all?"

  "Then I would point out that sometimes, if you look at something out of the corner of your eye, you can see right through glamour," she returned.

  That brought surprised laughter. "What a relief to us both then that I am actually wearing exactly what you saw me in this afternoon. Although one might point out that in that outfit, your last concern should be my modesty."

  "You don't like it?" She looked down at the purple vinyl catsuit. There had been no reason for her not to put it on immediately. After all, it was still Halloween.

  "Now, that's the sort of question I begin to expect from you. One to which there is no good answer."

  Kaye grinned, and she could tell that the grin was likely to stay on her face for a long time. They could do this. They could figure this out. Everything was going to be fine.

  "Down here?" he asked, and she nodded.

  "Indiscreet," was all he said before he hooked his boots in the muddy ledge and carefully walked down the ridge.

  Kaye followed him, stumbling along at more or less her own pace.

  Green women and men were half immersed in the deeper parts of the stream, androgynous forms rough with bark and shimmery lights.

  A few of the creatures saw Roiben and slithered into the pool or back up the bank. There was some whispering.

  "Kaye," a voice rasped, and she spun around.

  It was the Thistlewitch, sitting on a log. She patted the place beside her. "Things did not go well under the hill."

  "No," Kaye said, sitting down. She wanted to put more anger in her voice, but she couldn't. "I almost died."

  "Nicnevin's knight saved you, did he not?"

  Kaye nodded, looking up to see him, half in shadows, his hands in the pockets of his coat, glowering impressively. It made her want to grin at him, although she was afraid he might grin back and ruin his furious demeanor.

  "Why have you brought him among us?"

  "If it wasn't for him, I'd be dead."

  The Thistlewitch looked in the direction of the knight and then back at Kaye. "Do you know of the things he has done?"

  "Don't you understand? She made him do them!"

  "I have no desire to be welcome among you, old mother," Roiben said, kneeling down on one knee in the soft earth. "I only wanted to know whether you were aware of the price of your freedom. There are trolls and worse that are delighted to be without any master but their own desires."

  "And if there are, what of it?" Spike asked, corning up behind them. "Let the mortals suffer as we have suffered."

  Kaye was astonished. She thought back to Lutie's disdain for mortal girls. They were only her friends because of what she was, and not for any better reason than that. Her fingers brushed over the purple plastic covering her legs, letting her nails cut little lines in the vinyl. She had wanted them to be better than people, but they weren't, and she didn't know what they were anymore. She'd been flung back and forth through too many emotions over the past few days, she was hungover from adrenaline, she was worried about Corny and worried about Janet.

  "So it's us against them now? I'm not talking about the Unseelie Court, here. Since when are mortals the enemies of the solitary fey?" Kaye said, anger bleeding into her voice, making it rough. She looked at Roiben again, drawing confidence from his proximity, and that worried her too. How had he gone from being someone she half despised to being the one person she was relying on, in the space of mere hours?

  Roiben's hand touched her shoulder lightly, a comforting gesture. It amused her how wide Spike's eyes got. She wondered exactly what Spike imagined had passed between them.

  "You think like a mortal," Spike said.

  "Well, gosh, I did spend every week of my life except the last thinking I was one."

  Spike's thick brows furrowed, and he tilted his head to the side, black eyes glittering. "You don't know anything about Faery. You don't know where your lo
yalties should be."

  "If I don't understand, it's because you didn't tell me. You kept me in the dark, and you used me."

  "You agreed to help us. You saw the importance of what we were doing."

  "We have to tell the solitary fey that Nicnevin was innocent of the sacrifice. This has to stop, Spike."

  "I won't go back to being a slave. Not for any mortal. Not for anything."

  "But the Unseelie Queen is dead."

  "It doesn't matter. There's always another, worse than the last. Don't you dare try to undo this. Don't you dare go around telling tales."

  "Or you'll what?" Roiben said softly.

  "It's not her place," Spike protested, twisting the long hairs of one eyebrow nervously between his fingers.

  "The Tithe was not completed. The reason matters little. The result is the same. For seven years the solitary fey in Nicnevin's lands are free."

  "Unless they enter into a new compact."

  "Why would they do that?" Spike demanded. "Rumor has it that the Seelie Queen is coming down from the north, bringing practically the whole court, from what I hear."

  Roiben froze at that. "Why is she coming?" he breathed.

  Spike shrugged. "Probably to see what she can claim before the Unseelie Court gets on its feet again. Bad time to be making deals with anyone."

  "Do you think Nephamael'll bring Corny to the Seelie Court?" Kaye asked Roiben.

  He nodded once. "He'll have to if he intends to keep him." The assumption that if Nephamael didn't intend to keep Corny, he was already dead, went unspoken.

  "Do you know where they're going to camp?" Kaye asked Spike.

  "It's an orchard," Spike said. "A place where people pick their own apples. They should be there by tomorrow's dawn."

  Kaye knew where that was. She'd gone there on a school trip and a couple of times with her grandmother. Delicious Orchards.

  "Wait, I want to come with you," Lutie said, flying to Kaye's shoulder. Kaye felt a sharp tug on her hair as Lutie caught a strand.

  "Sorry," the little faerie said contritely.

  "Roiben, this is Lutie-loo. Lutie-loo, Roiben."