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“Then let’s move,” he said quietly. And we got low and jogged quickly toward the building, hands on our weapons to keep them from bouncing.
We crossed the street, ducked into the shadow of the building. “Follow me,” I said, and slipped quietly down the sidewalk. Everything on this side of the building looked carefully boarded, so I turned the corner. There’d once been a fire escape, but it stood in a hulking pile of steel behind the church, the exits boarded. But fairies had gotten into the building, and with Claudia, so there had to be a way.
If it were me, I’d have found a way to sneak in, then unlocked the front doors from the inside so she could be carried in. That’s what I was looking for: the sneak.
I found it around the next corner. A plywood sheet covering a basement window had been pulled away. It still leaned against the window, but wasn’t attached. The fairy had probably taken it down, slipped inside, then come back later to move it back into position, but hadn’t bothered to reaffix it to the facade.
That’s all we needed.
We each picked up a side, maneuvered it away from the window. The glass was dirty, and the room behind it was dark.
It was a single-hung window with a simple sliding lock. Theo offered a pocket knife before I could ask for it. I flipped it out, inserted the blade between the sash and the lock. Old paint chipped away and fluttered to the ground like snow, until I heard the click, then handed the knife back to Theo.
I confirmed he was ready, and pushed open the sash.
The window’s screech was loud as a banshee’s cry. Instinctively, we flattened ourselves against the building, waited for the bob of a flashlight, the sound of movement and investigation. But there was only silence, only darkness.
Surely the fairies weren’t all sleeping. Not when they were supposed to be guarding Claudia—or imprisoning her.
I slipped into the window, dropped soundlessly to the floor, offered a hand as Theo followed. It was a classroom for kids. The toys and materials were long gone, but there were still marks on a chalkboard that stood in the corner, still a faded wallpaper border of cartoon pencils along the top of the wall. It smelled like dust and mold and rain.
We emerged into the hallway, cleared each room as we moved toward the stairs. There was no sign of the fairies down here. No movement, no sound, no footsteps in the dust and detritus on the floor.
They weren’t in the basement, so they had to be upstairs. We waited at the edge of the staircase, straining to listen for sounds.
And then I heard singing somewhere above us. A man’s voice, too far away to figure out the words. But the sound was sad and quiet, like an old-fashioned lullaby. And it made standing in this dilapidated church basement, with the remnants of childhood, even creepier.
I looked at Theo, cupped a hand behind my ear.
He nodded, and looked as disturbed as I felt.
“I’m going to need a drink after this,” Theo whispered, then put a hand on the butt of his weapon and pointed to the stairs.
Being immortal, I took point. I wasn’t about to sacrifice Theo—or incur Yuen’s wrath—if the fairies heard us coming.
The stairs opened into the back of the sanctuary. The room was large and open, moonlight filtering through the stained glass in the dome to spread red and gold and green across the floor. There was no furniture, just detritus and decay. Paint flaked away from murals on the walls, tufts of drywall where animals had scraped through, and scraps of paper that blew in from other parts of the building.
Claudia lay on a cot in the middle of the room, strawberry blond hair spilling onto the floor, hands pressed together atop her chest like a princess waiting for a kiss to interrupt her slumber. There were tall candelabra at the end of the cot, probably borrowed from the church. A fairy in black fatigues and boots and carrying a very large gun stood between Claudia and the front door, body alert.
He was the only guard I saw. But it was unlikely there’d be only one. Even fairies had to sleep; there’d have to be someone to take a shift here and there.
I didn’t realize where the second fairy was until a muzzle was pressed against my back. “Hello, bloodletter.” The voice was female, and carried a whisper of Ireland in it.
Theo was only a couple of feet away but was steady enough to watch, to wait. I met his gaze, gave him a small smile.
“Move forward,” she said. “Both of you.”
We stepped into the sanctuary, her gun still at my back, Theo beside me.
“Two feet to your left,” I said quietly.
He didn’t need to ask why. Theo was moving before the fairy understood what I’d asked for: space to move. I turned withlightning speed, slapped away the fairy’s gun, and threw up a side kick that had her stumbling forward in surprise.
“I think you’ve got this,” Theo asked, picking up the gun. “You want?”
“I’m good,” I said, and used a forearm to block the jab the fairy attempted with her left hand.
Theo pulled out his weapon, strode toward the other fairy and the queen who lay before him.
