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Luis looked at Kaye. "Remember that faery my friend Val dueled with in the Unseelie Court?”
Kaye nodded. "Mabry. She had goat feet. Tried to kill Roiben. Your friend killed her.”
"This is Mabry's old place." Luis sighed and turned back to her. "Look, I don't want you talking to my brother. Faeries messed him up pretty bad. You leave him alone.”
"Sure," Corny said.
Luis led them into a parlor room furnished with overturned milk cartons and ripped-up sofas. A very thin black boy with dreads that stuck up from his head like spikes sat on the floor, eating jelly beans out of a cellophane bag. His features reminded Corny of Luis's, but there was an eerie hollowness around his eyes, and his mouth looked sunken and strange.
Kaye plopped herself onto the mustard plaid couch, sprawling against the cushions. The back was ripped, and stuffing tufted up from the torn cloth beside a stain that looked a lot like blood. Corny sat down next to her.
"Dave," Luis said. "Some people I'm helping out. They're going to stay the night. That doesn't mean we all need to get friendly—" A buzzing interrupted him. He stuck his hand into the pocket, pulling out his beeper. "Shit.”
"You can use my cell," Corny volunteered, and immediately felt like a sucker. What was he doing being nice to this guy?
Luis paused for a moment, and in the dim light his clouded eye looked blue. "There's a pay phone at the bodega on—" He interrupted himself. "Yeah, okay. I'd appreciate it.”
Corny stared a moment too long, then looked away, fumbling through his pockets. Dave narrowed his eyes.
Dialing, Luis walked out of the room.
Kaye leaned over to Corny and whispered, "What were you doing out there?”
"He sees through glamour," Corny whispered back. "I heard about him—he's been breaking faerie curses.”
She snorted. "No wonder he doesn't want humans knowing he's in bed with the Seelie Court. He's playing both sides. When he comes back, you should ask him about your hands.”
"What do you mean 'in bed'?" Dave asked. His voice was dry, like rustling paper. "What's my brother doing?”
"She doesn't mean anything," Corny said.
"How come we're not supposed to talk to you?" Kaye asked.
"Kaye," Corny warned.
"What?" Her voice was low. "Luis isn't here. I want to know.”
Dave laughed, hollow and bitter. "Always trying to be the big brother. He's trippin' if he thinks he can stop them from killing me.”
"Who wants to kill you?" Corny asked.
"Luis and I used to be delivery boys for a troll." Dave dumped a handful of jelly beans into his mouth and talked around the chewing. "Potions. Keep the iron sickness from getting to them. But if a person takes it—you know what you can do?”
Corny leaned forward, intrigued despite himself. "What?”
"Anything," Dave said. "All the shit they can do. All of it.”
There was a distant banging, like someone had come to the door. Kaye turned toward the doorway, wide-eyed.
A half-chewed licorice bean fell from Dave's mouth. "Sounds like my brother's going to be busy awhile. Did you know that drinking urine drives out faerie enchantments?”
"Nasty." Kaye made a face.
Dave wheezed with what might have been laughter. "Bet he's pissing in some cups right now.”
Kaye scrunched down in the sofa, kicking off her boots and putting her feet on Corny's lap. They smelled like the crushed stems of dandelions and he thought of dandelion milk covering his fingers, sticky and white, on a summer lawn years ago, while he pulled off flower heads and tossed them at his dozing sister. He was abruptly choked by grief.
"So wait," Kaye said. "Why do they want to kill you?”
