he continued in a quiet voice, âwhat will it take for you to let her go?â
âWhat?â Leanansidhe blinked, staring at the Winter prince, who faced her calmly. â What did you say, pet? Iâm not quite sure I heard you correctly.â
I quickly stepped up beside him.
âSheâs a kid, Lea.â The Exile Queen spun on me, bristling like an enraged cougar. âYou canât keep her like this. She has a family, somewhere. She needs to go home.â
â I am her home, pet.â Leanansidhe swelled indignantly, her copper-gold hair whipping madly around her. âAnd the girl belongs to me! Ash, darling.â She glanced at the Winter prince. âI cannot believe this. Your own queen does far worse to the humans in her court. And youâI know what you have done to mortals over the years, you and Goodfellow both! How dare you judge me? Have you gone soft, darlings? Have you forgotten that we are fey?â
Jeez, pissing off two volatile faery queens in one day. We must hold some kind of record. I stepped up before Lea could turn Ash into a harpsichord.
âNot at all,â I said quickly, smiling in the face of the enraged Exile Queen. âCalm down, Lea. Itâs not like weâre going to take the kid and run. Weâre prepared to offer a trade.â
Leanansidhe calmed somewhat. âA trade, darling?â she mused, feigning disinterest, though I knew she was curious. She couldnât help it; it was part of our nature. âAnd what, may I ask, could you possibly offer for the girlâs freedom? The price will be high, my pet, just so you know. The girl is one of my favorites, after all. Iâm afraid that your offer will have to be quiteââ
I reached into my shirt and held up a mirror, letting it flash in the sun. A small, golden hand mirror, with jeweled flowers around the rim and silver vines curled around the handle. It sang as I brought it out, a sweet, piercing note that made all the nearby birds start chirping and drew a curious pair of deer out of the forest.
Leanansidheâs eyes went wide. âThatâ¦that isâ¦â She blinked at me, astonished, then threw back her head and laughed. âOh, Robin, you naughty, brilliant boy. You did take it, after all. How in the world did you manage?â
âThat,â I said, âis a very long story. One that should be told another time.â I tossed the mirror in the air and caught it again, holding it out to Leanansidhe. âSo, Lea, do we have a trade, or not?â
âTake the girl back to her family, pet.â Leanansidhe plucked the mirror from my hand with obvious delight. âI found her in some tiny little town in the Ozarks. She can probably tell you where she livesâ¦I havenât had her for very long. In any case, I believe our business here is concluded.â
âOne more thing, if you would.â Ash stepped forward before the Exile Queen could depart. âGrimalkin. We need to find him. You said you knew where he was.â
âNo, pet.â Leanansidhe admired herself in the mirrorâs surface, pleased as a full cat. âI said I could perhaps point you in the right direction.â
âAnd what direction would that be?â
Leanansidhe tore her gaze away from the mirror, smiling at us. âWell, darlings,â she said, waving an airy hand, âthere is a trio of witches who live somewhere in the Wraithwood. I would start there. It is as good a place as any. Now, my pets, I really must dash. I have a violin to replace. Good luck finding Grimalkin. If you do manage to catch up to the devious creature, be a dear and tell him I said hello. Ciao , darlings!â
A swirl of glitter and light, and we were alone.
Ash sighed. âThe Wraithwood,â he said, shifting the girl into a more comfortable position. She mumbled and snored in his arms. âThatâsâ¦unfortunate. I was hoping weâd never have to go
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