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“But...” Mom blinked back tears. “Meghan...”
“Is gone,” Dad said quietly. “And we have to accept that, just like we have to accept the fact that Ethan is involved in her world, too. Or we’re just going to be fighting this for the rest of our lives.”
Mom stood there, staring at both me and Dad, before she walked stiffly out of the kitchen without looking back. We heard her climb the steps to the upstairs bedroom, and then the door slammed with a crash that rattled the house.
I winced. Dad looked at me, haggard and grave. “When do you want to leave?” he asked in a resigned voice.
“Tomorrow,” I replied, hoping my voice wouldn’t betray me, let him know what I was thinking. Because there was no way he could come with me. Dad was only trying to help, to keep me safe, but he couldn’t find out about Keirran or the very dangerous thing I was planning tomorrow night. “I thought we could get on the road after lunch, if that’s okay.”
“Is anyone meeting you there?”
Damn. “No,” I said, hating that I had to lie, again, but I wouldn’t rat Kenzie out and possibly get her in trouble. And I didn’t think even Dad would be okay with me meeting my girlfriend in New Orleans, unsupervised. “Just me.”
He nodded and glanced to the door of the upstairs bedroom as if steeling himself. I took that to mean the conversation was over and began to slip away to my room.
“Ethan.”
I paused in the hall, looking back, as Dad scrubbed a hand across his face. “You’ll be careful, right, son?” he asked, sounding uncertain now. “I know I don’t understand much about this...other world, but your mother has never been the same since Meg left. You have to promise you won’t go the same way. It would kill her.”
“I won’t,” I told him. “I swear.”
He went up the stairs, and I continued to my room, shutting the door behind me.
Well, that was about as awful as I’d thought it would be. Mental note, Ethan: let’s not do that again. Except, I could see more conversations like that in the future, explaining to my parents why I had to disappear this time, because Faery couldn’t seem to leave me alone.
Speaking of faeries, where was Annwyl? I’d left her sitting on my bed that morning, and she’d assured me she had no intention of leaving the room unless it was an emergency. The thought of a full-blooded Summer gentry wandering around my house made me a little nervous, but I trusted Annwyl enough to know that she wouldn’t cause trouble or glamour my parents. I hadn’t seen her in the rest of the house, and I was pretty sure she wasn’t upstairs in my parents’ room. So where was she?
“Annwyl?” I called softly as I stepped farther into the room. “Are you here?”
There was no answer.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE THIN MAN
I frowned at the mattress, wondering where the Summer faery could have gone. When I left her that morning, she had been curled up on my pillow reading, petals and leaves idly sprouting around her from the bed frame. Worried that she might be bored, as bored faeries were a recipe for disaster, I’d gathered a large stack of random books, magazines and novels from around the house, sneaking them into my room for her. Before leaving for school, I’d also offered to let her watch movies on my laptop, but she had shuddered at that idea and refused. Though, when she shyly asked if the strange metal device could play any music, I’d found a classical music station and left it on, turned down so my parents wouldn’t come into the room and shut it off.
The bed was empty now, a paperback book sitting forgotten on my pillow. The music station still crooned softly, and I clicked it silent.
“Annwyl,” I called again, wondering, absurdly, if I should check the closet or under the bed. “Where are you?”
Still nothing. The subtle warmth and scent of flowers that filled my room when Annwyl was present was also gone. I suddenly remembered the faery’s words about Fading away, and a sharp ache gripped my stomach. Had she just...disappeared? Ceased to exist? My gut twisted even harder. What would Keirran have to say about that? What would he do if he found out?
Desperate now to find her, I searched the rest of the house, but she wasn’t in the living room, kitchen, bathrooms, basement or study, and I definitely wasn’t going to barge into my parents’ room right now. Hoping that she hadn’t forgotten the danger and wandered outside, I went to the back door to search our small, fenced-in yard for the vanished faery.
I yanked the door open and froze.
A thin, pale figure stood a few yards away, perched atop the wooden privacy fence surrounding the lot, silhouetted against the night sky. He stood in profile so that he faced me from the side, and one large, pale eye peered down at me from a narrow face.
My heart nearly stopped, but as soon as I saw him, the Thin Man turned, as if to say something to me, and vanished. I jumped, startled and disbelieving. With the exception of an obnoxious gray cat, I’d never seen any faery just disappear in front of me.
“Oh, blast it all” came a high, clear voice out of nowhere. “I keep forgetting. One moment, Ethan Chase.”
The Thin Man turned back, visible again, and I realized he hadn’t disappeared at all, only that he was really, really thin. Like the edge of a paper thin. So thin he could be viewed only when he turned to the side. I wondered how the hell he could stand up straight, let alone walk, if he was basically the width of a sheet of paper. But he was a faery, and things never made sense with the fey.
“Good evening,” the Thin Man said, smiling and peering down at me from the corner of his eye. “Lovely night, isn’t it?”
I closed the door behind me but did not step into the yard, watching the faery from the top step. The wards might be keeping him at bay for now, but if he somehow broke through them and came after me, I wanted enough time to reach my room and grab my swords.
“What do you want?” I demanded.
“Now, is that any way to greet a guest?” the faery inquired, clasping his pale hands in front of him. “I have come far to find you, Ethan Chase.”
The Thin Man took off his hat and turned it in his long, spiderlike fingers. “I have a problem, Ethan Chase,” he said, gazing down at his hands. “I was hoping you could fix it for me.”
“And what’s that?”
“Well, you see...” The faery fiddled with his hat. “Long, long ago, I made a mistake. A very costly mistake, one that is having an impact on both our worlds right now. Are you familiar with the Fade, Ethan Chase? It is what happens to those of us who have either been cut off from the Nevernever or have been СКАЧАТЬ