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see him trying to come up with a lie.
Tim started up with his singsong voice. "Someone's got a secret ... someone's got a secret ..."
"Don't even try it, Tony. Tell me the truth. You and I don't play those games, right?" Please don't turn into one of the fae I cannot trust. You and Tim are my last hope. And even Tim's a bit iffy, the little bastard.
He sighed. "No, we don't play games. I just don't know if it's such a good idea to share what I know with you right now. You have enough on your plate, and things are in flux. I could tell you something that's true now, and it could be untrue the next day. Things are just ... weird."
"Weird, my ass. Tell me. All of it." I was determined to get to the bottom of all this stuff, starting with Tony's secrets and then Tim's. Chase had told me we were through until the day I died, but since I never really listened to anyone anyway, I figured I should leave that option open - especially now that I'd seen him again. My heart spasmed painfully with the recent memory of his beautiful face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
TONY SAT DOWN ON THE couch opposite me, and Tim rested on my shoulder, his arm gripping onto a lock of my hair. I tried not to wince as he moved around, tugging on it. Abby had stayed in the garden with her son, the mischievous little wannabe nostril explorer.
"I've been spending a lot of time in the Gray, becoming better at finding my way around and getting in and out quickly. We think this is how the creatures from the Underworld are getting through to our realm."
"How is that possible? I mean, I thought it was a place you could only get to from here - in the Here and Now."
"That's what everyone thought. But it's kind of like the waiting room between realms, so since there is a way for a spirit to leave the Gray and enter either the Overworld or the Underworld, I guess it makes sense that with the right amount of magic, someone could reverse the doors or keep them open somehow and go the other direction, too."
I thought about that for a few moments. The terribleness of it was nearly unfathomable. Tim must have gotten nervous too, because he farted on my shoulder.
I sighed heavily. This was not good - neither Tim's gas nor the idea of demons coming into our world through the Gray. Like Torrie, for example. The former silver elf was known by the still-living silver elves in this fae compound, and he was not only disgusting and evil, but he was also very hard to kill. It had only been the combined forces of all of the elements being managed by Ben and me that had finally sent him back to the Underworld. It was where he deserved to be sent, after having beaten my mother to death and after having planned to rape me in order to conceive some evil half-demon child who would make it possible for Torrie and all of his buddies to enter the Here and Now and end the world as we know it.
I shook my head. "If there's a door in the Gray that's open somewhere, we should be seeing a lot more of those things over here."
"We have no idea how many there are here, first of all. There could be many, hiding and waiting to strike. And we also don't know if there's some sort of time issue involved with the door or anything like that."
"Time issue?" I asked.
"Some of the gray elves have hypothesized that the demons are only able to get through during certain times."
"Like, times of day?"
"Maybe. Or the week, or the year, or ..." Tony shook his head. "We really just don't know yet. That's why I'm spending so much time in the Gray, trying to get answers."
"You're like a Gray detective or something," I said, proud that my best friend was playing such an important role in our new world, even if it was all kind of screwed up right now.
"Yeah. Something like that. It's not easy getting those spirits in there to talk."
"How come?"
"They don't care about the things we care about, so they don't
Tim started up with his singsong voice. "Someone's got a secret ... someone's got a secret ..."
"Don't even try it, Tony. Tell me the truth. You and I don't play those games, right?" Please don't turn into one of the fae I cannot trust. You and Tim are my last hope. And even Tim's a bit iffy, the little bastard.
He sighed. "No, we don't play games. I just don't know if it's such a good idea to share what I know with you right now. You have enough on your plate, and things are in flux. I could tell you something that's true now, and it could be untrue the next day. Things are just ... weird."
"Weird, my ass. Tell me. All of it." I was determined to get to the bottom of all this stuff, starting with Tony's secrets and then Tim's. Chase had told me we were through until the day I died, but since I never really listened to anyone anyway, I figured I should leave that option open - especially now that I'd seen him again. My heart spasmed painfully with the recent memory of his beautiful face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
TONY SAT DOWN ON THE couch opposite me, and Tim rested on my shoulder, his arm gripping onto a lock of my hair. I tried not to wince as he moved around, tugging on it. Abby had stayed in the garden with her son, the mischievous little wannabe nostril explorer.
"I've been spending a lot of time in the Gray, becoming better at finding my way around and getting in and out quickly. We think this is how the creatures from the Underworld are getting through to our realm."
"How is that possible? I mean, I thought it was a place you could only get to from here - in the Here and Now."
"That's what everyone thought. But it's kind of like the waiting room between realms, so since there is a way for a spirit to leave the Gray and enter either the Overworld or the Underworld, I guess it makes sense that with the right amount of magic, someone could reverse the doors or keep them open somehow and go the other direction, too."
I thought about that for a few moments. The terribleness of it was nearly unfathomable. Tim must have gotten nervous too, because he farted on my shoulder.
I sighed heavily. This was not good - neither Tim's gas nor the idea of demons coming into our world through the Gray. Like Torrie, for example. The former silver elf was known by the still-living silver elves in this fae compound, and he was not only disgusting and evil, but he was also very hard to kill. It had only been the combined forces of all of the elements being managed by Ben and me that had finally sent him back to the Underworld. It was where he deserved to be sent, after having beaten my mother to death and after having planned to rape me in order to conceive some evil half-demon child who would make it possible for Torrie and all of his buddies to enter the Here and Now and end the world as we know it.
I shook my head. "If there's a door in the Gray that's open somewhere, we should be seeing a lot more of those things over here."
"We have no idea how many there are here, first of all. There could be many, hiding and waiting to strike. And we also don't know if there's some sort of time issue involved with the door or anything like that."
"Time issue?" I asked.
"Some of the gray elves have hypothesized that the demons are only able to get through during certain times."
"Like, times of day?"
"Maybe. Or the week, or the year, or ..." Tony shook his head. "We really just don't know yet. That's why I'm spending so much time in the Gray, trying to get answers."
"You're like a Gray detective or something," I said, proud that my best friend was playing such an important role in our new world, even if it was all kind of screwed up right now.
"Yeah. Something like that. It's not easy getting those spirits in there to talk."
"How come?"
"They don't care about the things we care about, so they don't
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