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literally took a step back.
    “A muse who sucks Irish poets’ blood?”
    “I’m reformed,” Thomas said. “I don’t follow Doirich anymore.” He took Roisin’s hand. “Some of us never did. And the blood-sucking was . . . usually . . . figurative. It was more about torturing them to death.”
    Aiden signed something to Teagan that she couldn’t decipher. He tended to be sloppy when he wasn’t focused.
    What? Teagan signed.
    Aiden didn’t sign back. Instead, he came over, pulled Teagan into the alcove just off the living room, and whispered, “He has lots of songs.”
    “Like?”
    “‘I Got Friends in Low Places’ and ‘We Are the Champions,’ but,”—Aiden frowned—“‘Tainted Love’ is the loudest right now.”
    “‘Tainted Love’? Did Abby let you listen to Marilyn Manson?”
    “Who’s Marilyn Manson?”
    “Never mind.”
    “Can we look her up on—?”
    “Absolutely not,” Teagan said. “Where did you hear the song?”
    “Beldar Conehead sings it in a movie. Lennie showed me. There was a monster, and Beldar wanted to run away.” Aiden grimaced. “He wasn’t a very good singer. But it’s our secret code. When the really bad guys come, I’m going to say ‘Eh-eh’ like Beldar, and Lennie will run away. If Lennie sees them first, he’ll say ‘Red Alert’!”
    “‘Tainted Love’ is really one of Seamus’s songs?” Teagan had to stifle a laugh. You couldn’t tell it from the lawyer’s face.
    Aiden nodded. “But he keeps switching. He has a scratch.”
    Mr. Wylltson’s massive collection of music was on old vinyl records, which Aiden wasn’t allowed to touch. But he knew if a record was scratched, the needle bounced from one song track to the next.
    “Wait,” Teagan said. “You always know who’s coming. You can hear our songs as we’re walking up the street. You should have known we had a guest with us.”
    “I was trying not to listen,” Aiden explained as they stepped back into the living room. “I keep hearing bad things. But I did tell Mameio to stop.”
    “I thought you were watching Aiden,” Mr. Wylltson said to Thomas before Teagan could ask what bad things had Aiden worried.
    “Nobody told me he wasn’t allowed to build traps. It’s kept him occupied all day.”
    “I suppose no one knew we would be having company.” Mr. Wylltson turned to Tea and Aiden. “‘Traps’ plural?”
    “What does plural mean?” Aiden asked.
    “It means more than one.”
    “Yep, plural ,” Aiden said proudly. “I made lots of ’em. I was going to try them on Lennie. He was supposed to come in. Not you, Mamieo.”
    “I headed him off at the street,” Mr. Wylltson said. “That was a very good trap, son, but as I said, we have a guest right now. I need you to unmake every single one and apologize to Mr. McGillahee. And clean up these marbles.”
    “I’m sorry,” Aiden said.
    “Widdershins, Mamieo?” Seamus lifted a foot so Aiden could retrieve a marble. “ Widdershins? This place isn’t backward. It’s bedlam.”
    “It grows on you,” Thomas assured him. “Where’s Finn? Is he all right? Did Kyle—”
    “Finn’s fine. He’s taking care of something outside for me,” Teagan said. “We’re all fine.”
    “It was Kyle? ” Thomas seemed dubious. “And you’re all fine?”
    “We had help,” Teagan explained. “Abby and her cousins. And Kyle wasn’t bilocating. He’s dead.”
    Thomas’s lips thinned to a sad line. “He was evil. But I’ve known him forever.” The statement was probably a little more literal than if a human had said it. Thomas had been around long enough to know Shakespeare.
    “I sent his body back to Mag Mell tied to Isabeau. She was bilocating.”
    Thomas sucked in his breath. “The last person to kill one of the Dark Man’s children triggered a curse that’s lasted for a couple thousand years.”
    “And I declared war on Mab.”
    “You what?” Mr. Wylltson asked.
    It somehow sounded completely different in her