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"Nephamael was already dying," Kaye said. Her head hurt.
He pushed bag-covered fingers through his hair, hard, like he wanted to tear it out. Then he held his hand out in front of him. "It all happened so fast. Adair was talking to me, being scary, and I was trying to be scary back. Then Luis walked up. Adair grabbed him—he was going on about how Silarial made no promise about Luis being unharmed. He said he should put out Luis's other eye, and he put his thumb right up against it. And I just—I just grabbed his wrist and shoved him. Then I grabbed his throat. Kaye, when I was in middle school, I got my ass kicked pretty regularly. But the curse—I didn't have to press very hard. I just held on to him and then he was dead.”
"I'm so—," Kaye started.
Corny shook his head. "Don't say you're sorry. I'm not sorry.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his familiar sweat. "Then I'm not sorry either," she said.
Luis walked back from the small store with a pair of lemon yellow dishwashing gloves and flip-flops. Kaye looked down and realized that Corny's feet were still bare.
"Put these on," Luis told him, avoiding looking either of them in the face. "There's a diner across the street. We could get something to eat. I called Dave and he's going to hide out with a friend in Jersey. I told him to get out of Seelie territory— even if the city is mostly just full of exiles.”
"You should call your mom," said Corny, pulling out his cell. "Battery's dead. I can charge it in the diner.”
"We have to get some other clothes at least," said Kaye. "We're all dressed crazy. We're going to stand out.”
Luis peered into the car. Ethine watched him with her knife gray eyes.
"Can't you guys use glamour?" he asked.
Kaye shook her head. The world swam a little. "I feel like shit. Maybe a little.”
"I don't think some T-shirts are going to make up for the fact that you're green," Luis said, turning around. "Get her out. We'll take our chances with the diner crowd.”
"Do not presume that you may give orders." Ethine stepped carefully onto the asphalt and immediately turned to vomit on the wheels. Corny grinned.
"Watch her—she could try to run," Luis said.
"I don't know." Corny frowned. "She looks pretty sick.”
"Wait a minute," Kaye said. She leaned over to Luis and reached into the pocket of the purple plaid coat he wore—her coat. She pulled out handcuffs lined in fur. After slapping one on Ethine's wrist, she clasped the other one onto her own.
"What is this?" Ethine objected.
Luis laughed out loud. "You do not." He looked at Corny. "She does not have a pair of handcuffs handy in case she happens to take a prisoner.”
"What can I say?" Corny asked.
Ethine shivered. "Everything reeks of filth and iron and rot.”
Corny shouldered off his leather jacket and Ethine took it gratefully, sliding it on over her free arm. "Yeah, Jersey pretty much blows," he said.
Kaye concentrated, hiding her wings, changing her eyes and the color of her skin. That was all she had energy for. The car ride and the Queen's ripping off of the human glamour had left her sapped. Ethine had not even bothered to make her own ears less pointed or her features less elegant or inhuman. As they climbed the steps, Kaye considered saying something, but bit her tongue when Ethine shrunk back from the metal on the door. If Kaye felt bad, Ethine probably felt worse.
The outside of the diner was faux stone and beige stucco with a sign on the door proclaiming truckers welcome. Someone had sloppily painted the windows with reindeer, Santa’s, and large wreaths. Inside, they were seated without a second glance by a stout older woman with carefully groomed white hair. Ethine stared at her lined face with undisguised fascination.>Roiben smiled and shook his head. Turning toward Kaye, he mouthed, "Go," then swung at Talathain.
"Stop them," Silarial said to Kaye. "Order him to stop.”
Advancing and retreating, they seemed partners in a swift and deadly dance. Their swords crashed together.
Ethine took a step toward her brother and then halted. She turned pleading eyes to Kaye.
"Roiben," Kaye yelled. "Stop.”
He went still as stone. Talathain lowered his weapon with what appeared to be regret.
Silarial walked up to Roiben. She ran her hand over his cheek and then looked back at Kaye. "If you want to leave here with your friends," Silarial said, "you know what you must order him to do.”
