I swallowed and reminded myself that this was the second-most powerful faery in the Summer Court, that one wrong move or word on our part could get us turned into rabbits or harts or mice, or whatever struck the faery queen’s fancy. And judging by the pack of whip-thin moss-green hounds roaming about the clearing, being turned into any sort of small animal would end very badly for us.
“Razor, wait here,” Keirran said, putting the gremlin on a branch. Razor buzzed and shook his head in protest, and Keirran frowned. “Titania hates Iron fey. I can’t have you with me when I’m bargaining with her. It will be too much of a distraction.”
“No!” Razor buzzed, looking desperate. “No leave Razor! No!”
“Here, Razor,” Kenzie said and held out her arm. “You can stay with me if you’re quiet. I won’t be talking to the queen, either.” She shot me a quick glance, letting me know she hadn’t forgotten her promise. “We’ll be quiet together.”
The gremlin let out a happy cackle and leaped to her shoulder. She shushed him, and he bobbed his head earnestly. Burrowing into her hair, the spindly fey vanished except for his glowing green eyes, peering out from behind the dark curtain.
“Kenzie,” Keirran murmured as the gremlin muttered nonsense beneath Kenzie’s hair, “I’m grateful for your support, but you don’t have to do this. You can still leave, or wait here while I talk with the queen. You and Ethan both.”
“Oh, shut up,” I whispered back and took a determined step toward the throne. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”
Fey stared at us as we crossed the clearing, Summer gentry in ridiculous finery that defied the laws of nature. Cloaks of leaves, gowns of petals still in bloom, a cape made of thousands of butterflies, gently fanning their wings in the sun. The gentry eyed us with cold amusement, curiosity and alarm, especially as their gazes fell on Keirran and they realized exactly who had crashed their little party. Whispers and muttering trailed us through the meadow. The lyrical music ground to an inelegant halt, and someone in the crowd gasped.
Keirran kept walking, not looking at any of the Summer fey as we strode forward, his gaze only for the queen. On her throne, Titania straightened, her crystal-blue eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as they fell on us.
“Prince Keirran,” Titania said as we reached the foot of the throne. Keirran bowed, and Kenzie and I followed his example, though the queen barely flicked a glance at us. The Summer Queen’s voice, though as smooth as honey over velvet, was not pleasant. “I don’t recall giving you permission to be in Arcadia.”
“Please forgive this intrusion, Queen Titania,” Keirran said, his tone polite but unwavering. “We would have gone through the proper channels, but I’m afraid an audience with the Summer Court could not wait.”
“Is that so?” The queen smiled, beautiful and terrifying. “Then tell me, Iron Prince. What is so dire that you would dare break the rules of my court to speak with me? You do realize I could punish you where you stand for trespassing, but I find that I am in a curious mood today. What brings the elusive Iron Prince out of hiding?” Her gaze slid to me, and one elegant eyebrow rose. “And with the Iron Queen’s brother in tow. How very amusing. There are rumors about you circulating the courts, Prince—your disappearing acts have not gone unnoticed, and many people are looking for you. Have you come for Sanctuary, then?” Her smile grew even more evil. “The Iron Prince seeking refuge from his own kind? How delicious. Well, if you want to stay here, Prince Keirran, you’re more than welcome, of course. Provided you can meet the requirements.”
“I didn’t come for refuge, Queen Titania,” Keirran said before the Summer monarch could go any further. “I’m well aware that the Iron Court is searching for me. I will return to Mag Tuiredh soon. Your generous offer of Sanctuary is not needed at this time. But I did come...to ask a favor.”
Titania’s eyes gleamed, and the hairs on the back of my neck rose.
“A favor, Iron Prince? Do go on.”
“You had a maiden named Annwyl in your court once,” Keirran continued, oblivious or uncaring of the glee in the queen’s eyes. “Do you remember her?”
“Annwyl.” Titania wrinkled her nose, appearing deep in thought. “The name does sound familiar,” she continued in a vague manner, though it was fairly obvious she was being coy. “Wasn’t she one of my servants? A simple, plain girl if I remember. It’s so hard to keep track of the help. They all begin to look the same after a while.”
Keirran didn’t show any outward signs of offense, but Kenzie stiffened beside me, eyes narrowing angrily. Hidden in her hair, Razor growled and mumbled under his breath. I hoped neither of them would lose it in front of Titania; that would play right into her game.
“Annwyl was exiled from the Summer Court and the Nevernever,” Keirran continued, his voice as coolly polite as before. If you didn’t see the stiff set of his shoulders, you wouldn’t know he was angry or upset. “She was banished, but she didn’t break any laws. I am officially requesting that you lift her exile and allow her to return to Arcadia, in the same manner and with the same expectations as before her banishment.” He hesitated a moment, then added, “Please.”
“Lift her exile?” Titania sniffed and sat back on her throne, regarding us with amusement. “Why in the world would I want to do that? If I banished the Summer girl, I’m certain I had good reason for it.”
You didn’t, I thought angrily, and by the thinning of Kenzie’s mouth, I knew she was thinking the same. Titania must’ve caught something in our expressions, though, for her piercing, slightly feral gaze zeroed in on me.
“You’re being awfully quiet, Ethan Chase.” Titania’s smile sent a chill through my stomach. “Your disdain for our kind is well-known. You have never bothered to venture into the Nevernever before, not even to visit your sister. Why the change of heart?”
I swallowed the dryness in my throat and tried to keep my voice light, uncaring. “I’m just helping out a family member,” I said, shrugging. “When this is done, I’m going home, and you’ll never see me again.”
“How very noble of you,” Titania replied. “But being in my court means you are subject to my rules, and you are just as guilty of breaking the law as the prince. Therefore, you will share his fate should I decide to punish him. You and your little friend there.”
Panic flared as the Summer Queen’s cruel gaze fastened on Kenzie. Calm down, I ordered myself. Don’t jump to her defense; that’s what Titania wants. If she suspects how much you care for Kenzie, she’ll use that as a weakness against you. Don’t give her anything.
“Queen Titania,” Keirran began, but she raised a hand, silencing him.
“I will be with you in a moment, Prince Keirran,” she said without looking his way. “Right now, I am very curious as to what the mortals are doing here.”
Kenzie remained silent, though I could see it was a struggle. I was amazed, and sort of proud, that Kenzie was keeping her head, not giving the queen anything that could be used against her. But Titania wasn’t done yet. “You are adorable, aren’t you?” the Summer Queen went on, regarding Kenzie with a lazy smile. Kenzie met the queen’s stare, quiet but unafraid, and Titania chuckled. “And quite fearless. You’d make a lovely rosebush, I think. Or perhaps a hart?”
Kenzie bit her lip. I could see she was trying not to say anything, and the queen turned a purely sadistic smile on me. “What do you think, Ethan Chase? Perhaps I will have you choose the girl’s form. Do you think she would make a better rosebush or hart?”
The panic in my chest grew, making it hard to breathe. Dammit, I have to get her attention off Kenzie, but how? A heartbeat, and then I knew. I have to make her think I don’t care. If she believes nothing she’d do to Kenzie would upset me, maybe she’ll leave her alone. Taking a furtive breath, I shrugged again and said in my most flippant, jackass-y voice, “She’s been following us around for days and she never shuts up. Turn her into whatever you want—maybe I’ll finally get some peace and quiet.”
My stomach twisted even as I finished those words, but I pushed down my fear and concentrated on not showing any emotion in front of Titania. Like sharks or wolves or rabid dogs, faeries could sense fear a mile away.
“Harsh words, Ethan Chase,” the queen mused at last, and I could see her scrutinizing me, maybe searching my glamour aura for the truth. “Do you not have any compassion for your fellow humans?”
I searched for that cold, hostile loner I was before I met Kenzie, and threw him up again, even managing a faint smirk as I stared at the fey queen. “Not when my fellow humans are annoying, pushy and won’t leave me alone. Maybe a couple weeks as a rosebush will teach her not to follow me into Faeryland. So, by all means...” I shrugged again. “I can’t stop you, so do whatever you want. It makes no difference to me.”
All the while, I could feel Kenzie’s eyes on me, and I hoped we would be around long enough for me to apologize.
Don’t say anything, I begged her. Don’t draw attention to yourself and maybe we’ll all get out of this without any major catastrophes.
Titania stared at us, while I forced myself to breathe normally, to give her the impression that I really was the coldhearted jackass who didn’t care if she changed one of his friends into a plant. The queen blinked and seemed about to lose interest, when Razor suddenly poked his head out of Kenzie’s hair, baring his teeth at the Summer monarch.
“Bad queen!” he hissed, flattening his ears. “Not hurt pretty girl!”
Titania recoiled. “Ugh! What is that...thing?” she spat, and the rest of the nobles drew away with gasps and cries of alarm. Rising, the queen towered over Kenzie, pointing at her with a slender white hand. “How dare you bring that abomination into my court, mortal? Out! Both of you—get out of my sight!”
