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wise?”
    “No, but I’m going to do it anyway. I’m way too good at getting myself into trouble. I refuse to go without protection.”
    “I told Luna you’d be difficult,” said May, handing me a thigh sheath. “This, of course, is courtesy of Sylvester.”
    “Of course,” I agreed, and strapped it on. My belt sheath was on the floor with my jeans. I picked it up and transferred my knife to the thigh sheath, checking twice to be sure the handle was in a convenient position in case it needed to be drawn. I used to carry two knives, one silver, one iron. That’s another thing that changed when Amandine changed my blood. Iron burns my skin now, and I can’t stand to touch it unless I’m wearing special gloves. I’ll replace it soon. But not just yet.
    Digging the Luidaeg’s shell out of my jeans, I tucked it between the thigh sheath and my leg. The leather pressed the edges of the shell against me, spreading an oddly soothing chill across my skin.
    Stacy smiled at me as I straightened up. “You look amazing,” she said earnestly. “May? Walk me to the car?”
    “Sure,” said May. She lingered long enough to say, “You look awesome. Break a leg tonight.” Then she was gone, following Stacy out of the room. Connor and I exchanged a look.
    “You really do look great,” he said.
    “So do you. You ready?”
    “No.”
    “Good—me neither.” I sighed. “Come on. Let’s go see the Queen.”
    Connor laughed as he we walked out into the hall. That was good. I was pretty sure we wouldn’t be doing much laughing after we got to the Queen’s knowe.

FIVE
    C ARS I VAGUELY RECOGNIZED filled about half the spots in the parking lot closest to the Queen’s knowe. Other spots were apparently empty, but radiated an aura of “You don’t want to park here” that betrayed the presence of vehicles hidden by don’t-look-here charms that I still wasn’t strong enough to see through.
    Connor glanced my way, doubtless reading the tension in the set of my mouth and the way I was practically strangling the steering wheel. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
    “I pretty much have to be.” I parked the car between two that I couldn’t see, taking a weird sort of pleasure in leaving it visible. “Maeve’s tits, I hate this place.”
    “You, too? I always feel like I’m being measured for the killing jar.” Connor undid his seat belt and got out of the car.
    “At least the Queen doesn’t hate you,” I offered, following him. My shoes provided a surprising amount of traction on both the sandy pavement of the parking lot and the loose sand of the beach beyond. Let’s hear it for high-quality heels.
    “Hey, think big—she probably hates me by now. I’m dating you, and she’s already condemned you to death once.”
    “Sad for her that I’m hard to kill.” I eyed the rocks between us and the cave leading to the Queen’s knowe. “I’m going to fall in.”
    “That’s not going to be a problem.” Connor smiled as he took my hand. The scent of kelp rose around us, briefly overwhelming the smell of the sea. He tugged me forward. “Come on, it’ll be fine.”
    I eyed him dubiously, but let him lead me around the rocks I would normally have walked across, down the last strip of sand, and into the shallow water. At least, it looked like he was leading me into the water. I could see it lapping around my calves, but I couldn’t feel a thing.
    “Nice trick,” I said.
    His smile became a grin. “There are side benefits to dating a Selkie.”
    “You mean I’m getting something out of this besides the sex? Awesome.”
    Connor laughed.
    Intangible waves eddied around us as we waded through them to the shallow, stagnant water that pooled on the floor of the cave. For possibly the first time ever, I was going to be visiting the Queen’s knowe completely dry.
    It was a lot lighter in the cave than I was used to, but that was due to the changes in me, not due to any change in the Queen’s décor. My night