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I really wish I could figure out what makes them decide to vacate my space at odd moments.
    I savor the lack of constriction and expand my shoulders from the drawn-forward hunch I assume when they press close. With the exception of the night I saw Dani, it’s been months since I’ve been able to stand in the street alone.
    Now I’m face-to-face with an Unseelie enemy—one-on-one, with nothing in my way. It’s exhilarating, like old times.
    A good nine to ten feet tall, covered with open, oozing sores, the Gray Woman is hideous. I get briefly fixated on the long thin hands covered with suckers that nearly killed Dani that night, remember how I’d forced the vile Unseelie to give the teen back her life in exchange for a dirty bargain I should never have made, and would make all over again to keep Dani alive.
    I stare up into her rotting face and think about the lisping Fae that killed my sister and the many times this bitch has fed, the countless lives ruined and lost.
    I’ve seen none of Ryodan’s men on the streets.
    My flock isn’t hemming me in.
    The moment is perfection. I’m a sidhe -seer and a powerful Null. I have a weapon that kills the Fae. I don’t need anything from my inner psychopath. My spear is enough. There’s no taint of the Sinsar Dubh in this. I’ve sometimes wondered if the Book is responsible for the wraiths that stalk me, if it summoned them to torment me, believing if it prevents me from fighting the good fight long enough, I’ll flip and succumb to its endless goading.
    Not a chance.
    I’m going to walk home today with a bounce in my step and a good feeling in my heart, knowing I got rid of one of our many enemies. I’m going to feel like the old me again, out there batting for the team, saving who knows how many thousands of lives by ending this foul, malevolent one.
    “You will leave this place. It is mine. You swore free passage and a favor owed,” the Gray Woman hisses.
    This is what I’ve needed for months: a golden opportunity to kick self-doubt squarely in the teeth, remind myself that although the Book might needle me, I’m in control. I make thedecisions, not the Sinsar Dubh . It can talk all it wants, it can intrude into my thoughts and tempt me endlessly, but at the end of the day it’s me that’s walking my body around and calling the shots.
    The Unseelie are vermin; they’ve killed billions of people and would happily gorge on our world until there was nothing left. I despise them and I despise myself for not killing more of them.
    My spear glows white when I battle. I’m the good guy.
    “Guess what, bitch.” I lunge for the Gray Woman. “I lied.”
    Yes , the Sinsar Dubh whispers.
    And everything goes dark.
    I claw my way back to consciousness, gasping for breath. I’m on my knees, in a gutter—no real surprise there—I’m intimately acquainted with Dublin’s gutters, having puked in more than a few of them.
    I hurt everywhere. I’ve wrenched my lower back, my arms burn, my knees are bruised, and I’m drenched.
    I peer up, wondering if it’s raining again. It does that a lot here.
    Nope, sun is still out, well, sort of. It’s kissing the horizon beyond the—I frown. What just happened? Where am I? Not in the Dark Zone anymore, I’m halfway across the city.
    A soft chuckle rolls in my head. Land of the Free, MacKayla. Home of the Brave, Beautiful, and Homicidal. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that , the Sinsar Dubh says silkily.
    Something splatters on my head, drips down my face.
    I touch my cheek and pull my hand away to look at it. It’s covered with green goo.
    And red blood.
    My fingernails are stained. There’s stuff beneath them I refuse to examine.
    Not looking up, not looking up .
    Keep acting like this, Princess, and I’ll kill you myself. Don’t think I can’t .
    I squeeze my eyes shut.
    Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide , the Book says in a singsong voice and pastes an image of me, holding a gun to my own head, kneeling on the