Wayfinder

of them wants to recall so that a truthseeker can find a way to mend the past.’ ”

“Mine does,” he said irrepressibly, and to Lara’s astonishment, stepped forward to pull her against himself and steal a lingering kiss. Astonishment, then a shy, foolish delight filled her, and in disregard of what they faced, Lara tangled her fingers in Dafydd’s hair and held on.

“Ioan,” Aerin said pointedly, “is not that light.”

Dafydd broke free with a laugh, though he touched his forehead against Lara’s and murmured “You’re so terribly pragmatic I couldn’t help myself,” before turning a smile on Aerin. “I think this will be easiest if you remain hidden behind a glamour cloak while the rest of us strip away our costumes and come to the hospital as ourselves. All three of us know Detective Washington, and friends are expected to visit.”

“That would be a better plan if I had real clothes with me.” Kelly stood arms akimbo, making everyone else look at her. “Well, the rest of you are wearing real clothes under lab coats, but I went whole hog—all the way,” she corrected herself with a half-serious glower in Lara’s direction.

“I wouldn’t have said a word,” Lara promised.

Kelly snorted. “You always say something when I use vernacular.”

“You can be the nurse bringing us up to Washington’s room,” Dafydd suggested, and Kelly, satisfied with that, relaxed out of her aggressive stance.

Aerin sighed. “Cast your change of glamour, then, Dafydd. I’m not sure I can hold a veil of unseeing within those walls.”

Color and music became more bearable as the glamour fell away from Lara herself. In seconds, she and Dafydd were as they usually were in her world, and Kelly remained unchanged save the “hospital badge” swimming in Lara’s vision when she glanced at it. Only Aerin was headache-inducing, a blur of not-quite-there that sat wrongly in the world. “All right. Let’s get inside and up to Detective Washington’s room quickly, then. The less time I have to see Aerin fading in and out like that, the better.”

“I don’t see her at all.” Kelly sounded childishly delighted as she herded them into a tight group. Together they hurried through the parking lot to enter the hospital’s front doors for the second time in less than an hour. Kelly went straight for the elevators, saying “He’s on the third floor” over her shoulder.

The doors dinged open as they reached them, and Dickon Collins, Dafydd’s cameraman and Kelly’s ex- fiancé, stepped out. Shock jolted over Lara, stopping her where she stood, and similar surprise flashed over Dickon’s face.

Then suspicion replaced it, and he lifted his voice to snap, “Security! The hospital needs security here right now!”

Twenty-four

Dafydd leapt forward, clapping a hand over Dickon’s mouth and by sheer velocity knocking him back a step or two into the elevator. No more than that: Dickon was inches taller than the Seelie man, and broader in chest and shoulder than almost anyone Lara knew. He dug his weight in, stopping the backward stagger, and Lara rushed forward to clutch at Dafydd and Dickon’s arms alike. “Dickon, we’re not here to cause trouble. Dafydd, let him go. For heaven’s sake, let him go or it’ll look like security has a reason to be here!”

“Security does,” Dickon barked as Dafydd released him. “You people are crazy. Dangerous. And if you’re not here to cause trouble why is Kelly in hospital scrubs? Don’t tell me,” he said over Lara’s head, voice sharp with mockery. “You’ve had enough of working at the bra shop and in the last four days you got a nursing degree?”

Kelly, usually quick with a comeback, only looked away, shoulders curved. Dickon made a sound of triumph and Lara balled a fist, taken with a rare urge to lash out physically. “Don’t be cruel, Dickon, we’re here to try to help Detective Washington. Do you really want to stop us?”

Dickon spat, “Help him? After what you did? After how you abandon—Yes, right here! Security! This woman is impersonating a nurse!”

Two breathless security guards staggered up as Dickon shouted. One of them, red-faced, put a hand under his ribs and leaned on the open elevator doors while the other, fitter man gulped for air around a “What’s going on here?”

“This is my ex-fiancé,” Kelly said with immense bitter truth. “We’re here to see a friend upstairs in intensive care, and he’s decided we’re dangerous criminals because I’m wearing scrubs.”

“That’s not tru—” Dickon broke off, scowling between Kelly and Lara. “I mean, it is true she’s my ex—”

“I was at a costume party with somebody else last night,” Kelly said, acidic tone changing not at all, though the untruth screeched over Lara’s skin, “and he’s crazy jealous is all, so he’s trying to make my life hell. It’s working,” she snapped at Dickon. “Are you happy? Because I’m not.”

She turned to the fitter of the security guards, folding her arms under her breasts as she did so. The guard’s gaze dropped, his jaw clenched, and he made a visible effort to wrench his attention back to her face. Lara wanted to applaud his professionalism, but Kelly was in full theatrical mode, a tremble coming into her voice. Not enough to be overtly manipulative with a guard who wasn’t allowing himself to be distracted by her assets, but if Lara hadn’t known better, she’d have believed Kelly’s emotional distress to be real. “A friend of mine just graduated medical school, so we all dressed up in scrubs and lab coats and threw a party to celebrate. If I was impersonating a nurse wouldn’t I have tried to make a real-looking fake ID?” Kelly yanked her driver’s license off the clip that held it to her shirt and handed it to the guard.

Its subtle glamour faded as he took it, and he cast a dubious glance at Dickon before asking, “Who’re you here to see?”

“Detective Reginald Washington,” Kelly said. “You want to know the truth, he’s the reason Dickon and I broke up. I haven’t even gotten to see Reg since he got hurt because Dickon’s been vulturing around like it was just him and Reg who were friends, not me and Reg, too.”

Dickon’s jaw worked, splutters of sound emerging. Dafydd was carefully not looking at him, or at Kelly, for that matter, but Lara, close to his side, could feel laughter vibrating off him. Her own amusement was tempered with a combination of awe at Kelly’s tale-spinning and the uncomfortable shivers the outright lies in her stories produced.

The second guard straightened up from the wall, still wheezing as he nodded a couple of times. “It’s true this guy’s been around all week. I thought maybe the guy up in ICU was his boyfriend.”

“Oh my God.” Kelly whirled on Dickon, her decibel level increasing with each word. “I knew the breakup had to do with Reg, but I had no idea you were playing both sides of the street! My God, how can you even be jealous if I went out with somebody else in that case? At least I’m a serial monogamist, not, not—” Words dissolved into a flood of tears and she buried her face in Lara’s shoulder, howling, “I thought he loved me!”

“Jesus Christ, Kelly, I did love you! I do love you! I’m not dating Reg, for Christ’s sake! We’re just frie—” Dickon arrested the last phrase, recognizing it too late as one of the oldest, least believable things people said when they’d been caught in an affair. Kelly’s tears redoubled and Lara patted her shoulder even as she felt overwhelming sympathy for Dickon. People were gathering at a safe distance to watch the drama unfold, and he’d done little, if anything, to deserve the scene Kelly was creating. He noticed onlookers, and, already frustrated, became grimmer yet. “To hell with you. To hell with all of you.”

He shoved out of the elevator, the gathering crowd parting to let him pass. Kelly’s sobs slid from dramatic hysterics to real tears. She dragged Lara down inside the elevator doors, shaking with misery. “I love him, Lara. I really, really do. What’m I gonna do? What am I going to do?”

Lara looked up at the guards, both of them looking increasingly dismayed. “There’s a waiting room outside ICU, right? We’ll bring her up there and I’ll take her to a bathroom to get her calmed down before we try to visit Detective Washington. I’m really sorry for all of this.”

“If there’s another peep out of her, another outburst like this …” The fitter guard looked apologetic but resolute, and Lara nodded.

“There won’t be. You’ll be okay,” she added into Kelly’s hair. “You’ll be okay, Kel. Come on. Let’s go see Reginald.”

Kelly snuffled and nodded, and Dafydd stepped all the way into the elevator, finally letting the doors close. As