Tyler. “He doesn’t have anything to do with this.”
“You won’t get to decide that.”
I stepped up to him. “Is something going to happen? What is it? What do you know?”
He backed away, slouching—he hadn’t meant to push me, I gathered. He didn’t want to fight. He probably hadn’t expected me to stand up to him at all. “I—I don’t know anything. Just … we don’t know what’s going to happen, none of us do. But the situation—it’s dangerous.”
“I already knew that.”
“Please believe me—my Master sympathizes. He only wants to help.”
“I’m not sure he’s the kind of guy I’d want help from,” I said.
Recovering his confidence—his dignity—the alpha wolf bowed his head in a human gesture of respect. “Then I apologize for interrupting your evening.”
He nodded at his two companions, and the trio stalked away, moving gracefully along the street and into the night. We stared after them.
“They must think you’re pretty important to be sending you warnings,” Ben said.
“I think I need to call Tyler,” I said. Not for any particular reason. Just to make sure he was okay. I turned to Caleb and pointed. “And where did you come from? I don’t need you babysitting me, you know.”
“I wasn’t babysitting you,” Caleb said. “I was trailing them.” He nodded down the street where the Italian wolves had turned the corner.
“Then what were they up to, really?”
“Exactly what that alpha said, I think. Some of the vampires want you staying out of things but are polite enough not to actually bump you off. Nice, isn’t it?”
“Real nice,” I muttered. “Now I’m going to be worried about everyone for the rest of the week. Even more worried.” The shadows all held werewolf packs, vampires, fairies. Who knew what else?
“Think we should follow them, gov?” Caleb’s lieutenant said, hands shoved in pockets of his jacket, nodding after the Italians.
“Certaintly,” he said. “Might be educational.”
“You’ll call me if you find anything juicy?” I said.
The two British wolves started down the street after the others. Caleb tipped an imaginary hat at me. “Of course.”
We watched them leave, and the multitude of shadows left my spine prickling.
“This conspiracy needs a flow chart,” Ben said.
“You were right,” Cormac added. He wore the closest thing to a grin I’d ever seen on him. “Amelia thinks this is just fascinating.”
“Great,” I said, and sighed.
Lingering by the wall of the building, Luis and his sister looked like they should have been munching on a bucket of popcorn: wide-eyed, fascinated.
I turned to Luis. “What was that you said? Never a dull moment?”
“I won’t argue,” he said.
“I’m impressed,” Esperanza said. “Handling all those wolves? That big one was actually cowering, I think.”
“It’s either that or get eaten. I’d prefer not to get eaten.”
“Jaguars are solitary,” she said. “Makes it easier.”
She might have been right. We started walking back to the hotel. I dug in my pocket for my cell phone so I could call Tyler and see if he’d gotten any mysterious visits or warnings.
When I looked up after punching in his number, the two Fae women stood on the sidewalk in front of me, blocking the way. Without Cormac’s charm, they really did look like ordinary women, excitable grad students living it up at a conference. Maybe they were that, maybe fairies had a reason to go to school. But I had to remind myself that they were more than they seemed.
And one of them was holding what looked like a tiny bottle, maybe a perfume bottle with a spray nozzle, and she was getting ready to fire.
I stopped and stared, and the rest of my party crowded in behind me. We all froze, the two women crouched like they were about to run away, us gaping in astonishment. Not many people could sneak up on a pack of lycanthropes—and a human with his pockets full of second sight charms.
“Hi,” I said finally, as if they were acquaintances I hadn’t expected to run into.
By their crinkling eyes and widening grins, I guessed that they were about to do something with that perfume spritzer, and that I probably wouldn’t like it. I brought out a little Wolf, hunched up my shoulders, and stepped forward.
“Okay, just who are you guys and why do you keep showing up in my space?”
“Um…” The one with the spritzer hid her hands behind her back. “How ’bout we pretend you never saw us?”
“But—” I stopped again, because a newcomer was standing behind them, and she’d appeared just as suddenly as the first two had.
Tall, striking, she appeared regal despite the patchwork nature of her clothing: scuffed boots, a flowing gypsy skirt, an oversized lumpy sweater, and a faded, lacy shawl. Her golden hair flowed in thick, lush waves down her back. She wore a smile like she knew secrets.
“I’ll take that, thank you very much,” she said, plucking the spritzer out of the young woman’s hand and pocketing it somewhere. “And after all that talk about not causing trouble.”
The two fairies weren’t giggling anymore. One was biting her lip, the other had her hands to her face, flinching and squinting as if expecting a loud noise. They cringed away from the woman—and who was she? I stole a glance back at Cormac for confirmation; he gave me a single nod. So yeah, she was one of them, too. Even
“Exactly what kind of trouble are we talking about here?” I said. They were avoiding looking at me, and the regal woman had put her arms around them, drawing them close. I had never seen two people look more sheepish.
“Oh, just a little old-school mischief,” she said, giving them a squeeze. “A spot of nectar in the eyes, a bit of confusion with mortal affections.” She looked at me, and Luis. “Never mind that I told them to stay away.”
I needed a second to work out the puzzle. I’d been seeing the two fairies all weekend, so they’d been seeing me, which meant they knew about the history between me and Luis, they way he’d been carrying on, Ben’s reaction—
“You mean like some kind of
The one who’d had the spritzer perked up. “Never gets old! Ow!” she added, when her captor pinched her shoulder.
“We’ll just be getting out of your way now,” she said and grabbed the two by their shirts to drag them off. They didn’t even struggle.
“Wait—that’s it?” I said.
She paused, glanced back. “What more do you want?”
I wanted an interview with her for the show. What were their kind doing in the middle of the city? What did they get out of playing pranks on us? On anyone? I realized: I wanted all her secrets. Wasn’t going to get them, no doubt. “How do we know they won’t come right back and bother us again?”
She pointed at her two charges, who huddled where they were. Convinced they’d stay put, she turned back to me, tilted her head. An odd expression, when she’d been commanding before. My image of her kept changing, even though I hadn’t looked away. “You want a guarantee? Or a wish—that’s usually what mortals ask for. All right, then—what’s your wish?”
One thing popped into my mind, and it wasn’t an interview this time. If I could have
“Nobody answer that,” Cormac said. “It’s a trick.”
