by Shona Husk
“You don’t have wings.”
Dylis turned her head and gave her a glare that was far more threatening than it should’ve been from someone her size. “Fairies don’t have wings; that was some dumb human’s idea.”
“Sorry.”
“Just because Caspian made me reveal myself doesn’t mean we are friends. I have a job to do. And so does he. If he screws up, we’re all in the river.”
“What river?”
Dylis hissed. “One problem at a time. I’m watching Shea to make sure he doesn’t do something shifty.”
They both went back to watching Caspian. Dylis stiffened next to her but said nothing. Then Caspian turned and walked toward the house, his lips pressed into a thin line. He walked into the kitchen and closed the door.
“I need something to eat.” He closed his eyes and kept his hands by his side, his fingers flexing and curling.
Lydia watched him for a moment.
Dylis snapped her fingers. “Food. He needs to ground himself after using all that magic.”
That got Lydia moving. Food she could do. In the freezer was a half-loaf of bread. She pulled out a couple of slices and shoved them into the toaster. While she was waiting she made two cups of coffee, then she remembered the fairy.
“Coffee, Dylis?”
“Tea, since you asked.”
What was she going to put that in? She looked through the cupboard and settled on a smallish teacup that was still far too big.
“A good deal?” Caspian asked, but he wasn’t speaking to her. He was talking to his fairy.
“Brilliant. I couldn’t have done better. Except for your soul you could be fairy.” Dylis sounded like a proud mother. Except she wasn’t Caspian’s mother. No, his father was fairy… which meant his mother was human. She looked at Dylis’s tiny size. How did that work?
“That probably won’t be a problem for long.”
“Don’t be like that. You’ll like Court.”
Caspian snorted.
Lydia handed him the coffee. “How much trouble are you in?”
“It’s hard to say; it depends on how things play out.” He looked at her, his eyes full of things he wasn’t saying.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to ask. How much did she want to get involved? Or was it too late for that?
The toast popped and she put butter and honey on it before giving the plate to Caspian. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
He finished his mouthful of toast and took a drink of coffee before answering. As he ate he looked better, less like he was struggling to focus. “No. Shea will leave you alone now. A fairy’s word is good.”
“So what do I do?” Her yard was full of mirrors, there had been invisible fairies scampering through her house last night, and she couldn’t do anything even though she knew they were there.
“The best thing you can do is pretend that you know nothing about fairies,” Dylis said. “That way you won’t engage with them and accidentally make a deal that will undo what Caspian has done.”
“Right…” She was going to ask why bother telling her about them, but then she realized Caspian really had no other choice; she’d been ready to throw him out and call the cops. “But Shea will know that I know. Won’t he?”
Caspian finished his toast and coffee. “Let’s hope not.” He glanced out the window then back at her. “All my life I’ve had to pretend I don’t see them, that I’m no different than any other human. It’s hard and I didn’t want to place that burden on you. You have the luxury of not being able to see them or hear their voices unless they choose. It will be easier. I’m sorry.” He shook his head and looked at the floor. “Maybe it was a mistake getting involved with you.”
“No. You would’ve told me eventually, wouldn’t you?” But she already knew he’d never told his ex, not even about the psychometry.
“I have more mirrors to check out front. Shea will return them once I am done.”
“Caspian,” she waited until he turned back to face her, “would you have told me what you are if this hadn’t happened?” If he said no, could she still trust him when he was hiding such big secrets? What else could he be hiding?
“I got halfway there last night. That’s more than I’ve ever told anyone. I wanted to tell you, so you would know me, but now I feel selfish. Now you have to live with the burden of that knowledge.”
“I won’t tell anyone.”
He gave her a halfhearted smile. “I know you won’t. Who are you going to tell? Who would believe you?” He shrugged and she had an inkling of what his life was like. No one knew about his magic, no one knew he was seeing things they couldn’t. No one knew him. Not even his ex-wife.
Her heart ached for him, so alone, half in another world and half here and belonging nowhere. And yet he’d used what he had and made a good life for himself. He’d begun to let her in, and she had to live up to that.
“Can I do anything to help?” She forced a smile and tried to feel more confident than she did. The world she knew had just taken on another shadow.
Caspian shook his head.
“I’ll give her a basic education.” Dylis walked to the edge of the counter, leaving her tea behind.
“Thank you.” Then Caspian walked out of the kitchen. She heard the front door open but not close.
Lydia turned her attention to Dylis. “So, what do I need to know?”
Dylis grinned, a feral toothy smile that made her light blue eyes seem as cold as hail. Then she grew and didn’t stop until she was the height of a human. She leaned on the counter and looked Lydia in the eye. Lydia stepped back, her skin cold and plucking up in gooseflesh.
“Number one, looks can be deceiving.” Dylis picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Lydia began to feel like she was out of her depth already.
Chapter 13
Caspian came back inside after checking the mirrors out front. All he wanted to do was sit down and close his eyes for a few minutes. Images were still flickering in his mind in a confusing array of pasts, but when he walked into the kitchen he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Lydia looked pale, Dylis looked peeved. God knew what they’d discussed.
“The mirrors out back are going.” Dylis pointed out the window.
“Great.” At least he wouldn’t be accused of theft. Caspian glanced at Lydia, but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. “I’ll help you get your garden straightened out.”
She closed her eyes and took a breath before looking at him. “You have to go to work and so do I.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone.”
“You said he’d back off now.”
That was true, but that wasn’t the reason he didn’t want to leave her alone. He couldn’t drop all of this on her and then stroll out the door as if nothing had changed. He looked at the set of her lips and realized what she wasn’t saying. She wanted to be by herself to process.
Caspian nodded. “He won’t hassle you.”
“Okay then.” She pressed her lips together for a moment and looked at him as if she didn’t know what to say. “So, fairies…”
“Yeah.” He didn’t really want to talk more about his family in case Lydia changed her mind and decided it was all too much. This was all untried ice and he expected it to crack at any moment. “You know what to do if you see one?”
“Dylis gave me some rules.”
Of course she had. Dylis loved to hand out rules and tell people what to do. But what she’d taught him had saved his butt more than once. He hoped it would again. However, it still didn’t feel right to leave Lydia.
“If you have any trouble—”
“I’ll call.”
“I’ll give you a call during the day.”
She smiled. “You’re still worried.”
“Anytime fairies start making trouble I get concerned.” And Shea had already proven that no part of his life would be spared. Now that he’d made the deal, things were only going to get worse—only with the Court this time
.
“We can get through this.” Her hand brushed his, then she kissed his cheek. Her touch was different from how it had been last night, more cautious.
He wanted to believe that was true. That at some point in the future Lydia wouldn’t think twice about what he was and the odd things that happened around him. “I hope so.” But right now she wanted time alone, and he did need to go to work; lingering wouldn’t help either of them. “I’ll get my things and get going.”
“I’ll call you a cab.”
“Thank you.” He left the kitchen and went up to the bedroom. Last night seemed so far away. He should have told her everything last night in the parlor. Maybe then this morning’s madness wouldn’t have been such a shock. Not that it mattered now. She knew about fairies, for better or worse.
When he came downstairs she was waiting for him. This was not good-bye, although it kind of felt that way. There was something in the air, an uncertainty. But she didn’t act like it was over.
He placed a quick kiss on her lips. “I’ll see you this evening.”
“Yes you will.” Her fingers touched his jaw for just a moment before she pulled away.
She was looking at him differently; she was looking for the fairy blood. While she hadn’t rejected him outright, she was thinking it through. Carefully. What else did he expect from her?
Who would willingly involve themselves in fairy drama? He hoped Lydia would.
He glanced at her one last time, then walked down the steps and picked his way along what had once been a footpath. Already there were fewer mirrors out front.
Dylis was back to her usual tiny self. She jumped onto his bag as he walked away. “That went pretty good, all things considered.”
“Shea could come back. You should stay here.”
“My duty is to protect you.”
“That’s not what I meant.” It was what he’d meant, but Dylis wouldn’t agree to looking after Lydia. She would, however, agree to staying and continuing her search for the Window.
“Hmm. You have a point. But I think it’s best I go to Court.”
She was right. She needed to get the Counter-Window.
They waited in silence for the cab. When it arrived he got in and took a last look at Callaway House, knowing he’d be back tonight, but not knowing what to expect.
* * *
After sending Caspian on his way and getting dressed, Lydia rang work and said she was sick. She wasn’t scared of being alone; in fact, having the space was what she needed.
Caspian was part fairy. While he and his fairy godmother had been with her she thought she’d done a pretty good job of keeping calm; in truth, part of her wished that she never learned the truth. The other part of her wanted the facts and wanted to know who she was getting involved with. Did knowing this about Caspian change the way she felt about him? That was the question she was hoping to find the answer to.
She’d seen the disappointment on his face when she’d asked him to leave even though he’d masked it quickly. She’d almost changed her mind. But she couldn’t work through everything that was in her mind if he was looking over her shoulder. No, a little space would do her good… but already she was looking forward to seeing him tonight.
With all the mirrors gone, she walked around the house to assess the damage. It wasn’t good. The Callaway House gardens were ruined. Not that they’d been anything special lately, but with a bit of attention they would have been okay. Now it was like a mini cyclone had swept through and upended everything. The only things untouched were the three cabins at the edge of the block and the oaks.
A shiver scraped down her spine. She’d slept through it all… or maybe she’d been awake reading in the parlor? If she’d looked what would she have seen? Not the Greys, as Caspian and Dylis called them. She would have seen floating mirrors and plants and pavers. She drew in a deep breath. Even the ghost of Callaway House wasn’t a ghost, but a Grey.
She shook her head understanding why Caspian hadn’t wanted to tell her and yet at the same time being miffed that he wanted to keep secrets. She didn’t like secrets. She liked answers and the truth. A mockingbird singing in the tree above her made her jump. Now every noise made her twitchy. Maybe she should have gone to work.
Yeah, but the garden wasn’t going to clean itself and she couldn’t afford to pay someone. So instead of sitting in the house, she started putting the garden back together. Once she got started, the damage seemed to be mostly cosmetic. As she put the plants back into the dirt and placed the weeds in a pile, it didn’t look so bad. Given some time it would look the way it once had—only with fewer weeds. She gathered up another handful of flowers, something that had been budding, and shoved them back in the ground, hoping that they’d re-root. Replacing all of the plants with new ones would cost too much.
The grass and the pavers were a disaster she was trying to avoid. There was too much to do. Her vision blurred and she blinked back tears. She didn’t need this, and yet she didn’t have a choice. What would Gran do? Just get on with it, one bit at a time the way she always had.
Her cell phone rang in her pocket. She took off her gloves and checked the number. She didn’t recognize it so she ignored it. She’d already fended off the press who wanted a statement about the upcoming memorial. Now that she’d stopped she realized how thirsty and hungry she was. Her arms and back ached from the unaccustomed exercise. Break time.
In the shade she gulped down some water from her drink bottle and looked at what had once been the front garden. If she stacked the pavers up, she could eventually get someone to relay them. The grass should recover if she relaid the ripped up pieces, stomped on the raised bits, and filled in the holes. In six months’ time she and Caspian would look back and laugh.
That made her pause. Despite everything she was still picturing him in her life. Maybe it was true—like the garden in six months’ time, it wouldn’t matter that he was half-fairy and saw things she never would. What mattered was that he was a good guy who’d done his best to protect her despite the situation. He’d made a deal with a Grey.
She bit her lip and looked at the yard. At least she hoped they’d get the chance to sit back and laugh. From what Dylis had told her the risks were more than what he’d let on. Protecting her or hiding the truth? At this stage she rather know what was going on, but then she couldn’t go back to not knowing anyway. She huffed out a breath. It was getting warm and her clothes were sticking. She glanced up at the sun and decided it was time for lunch and a little more reading. At least any salvageable plants were back in the ground.
She left the mess and went inside, washed her hands, and made a cheese sandwich from fridge and freezer leftovers. If she and Caspian were going to be staying here, she needed to buy some more food. Gran seemed to exist on apples, bread, cheese, and wine. She sat at the kitchen table and picked up the diary she’d been reading last night. It was fascinating. A little piece of history and heartbreak, but she wanted to know what happened to Pearl, the young woman who’d accidentally gotten pregnant and found herself suddenly abandoned. But she’d followed Caspian back to bed before she could find out if it was a boy or a girl.
Each page gave her a greater understanding of the life Gran had lived. The baby was a girl, but the birth didn’t go well. After two days Pearl had died and the man had refused to acknowledge the child. Lydia brushed at a tear that traced down her cheek. When Gran held the baby she saw the daughter she’d lost to whooping cough at just two months old. It was Gran who’d named the baby, Helen.
Lydia felt her heart stop for a moment. She re-read the page to be sure.
Helen Callaway.
“Oh my God.” Gran wasn’t her grandmother. Her grandmother was Pearl, a young and pretty party girl who’d been cast off once she became pregnant and had stayed at Callaway House because she had nowhere else to go. She didn’t even know Pearl’s last name. She didn’t even know if Pearl was her real name.
Her breathing hitched in her chest and sh
e let the book fall closed as if she could lock the secret back up. There was a reason diaries shouldn’t be read. How different would her life have been if Pearl hadn’t died and Gran hadn’t claimed the baby and raised her? Helen hadn’t been a late life surprise for Gran. Gran had lied. Why would she do that?
Her whole life was a lie.
Her eyes burned afresh as she lost her grandmother for the second time. She wished she’d never opened the stupid trunk and started reading.
Her phone rang again. Caspian. She couldn’t talk to him now. She didn’t know what to say. She cradled her head in her hands. Everything she knew was unraveling; soon she’d be left with nothing.
* * *
The phone rang out and went to voice mail. “This is Lydia. Leave a message.”
“It’s Caspian. I wanted to see how you are doing.” He paused—what was he saying? Of course she wasn’t going to be all right. Fairies had come in and shaken her life up. He’d shaken her life up and put her in danger. Was that why she wasn’t answering?
He was tempted to drive out there now and make sure, but he made himself take a breath. He couldn’t give away that she knew, not with an imp creeping around his shop, listening to every word. “If you need me to come around early and help let me know.” He hung up. Would she get back to him?
When he’d left this morning she’d seemed fine, but daylight had a way of altering perceptions. He looked at the phone in his hands. For the moment he’d done everything he could, but he was waiting. Waiting for Lydia to realize it was all too much. Waiting for Dylis to get the Counter-Window. Waiting for the Court summons. Every time someone entered his shop he expected to see the Hunter of Annwyn ready to take him across the veil. It made thinking about work difficult. If these were his last few days he didn’t want to be spending them with an imp in his shop. He wanted to be with Lydia, but she’d made it clear she wanted to be alone.
He didn’t blame her. If the situation had been reversed he’d have wanted space from the person talking about fairies and magic mirrors too. Last night he’d been hopeful when he’d seen the trunks and the boxes in the stable, but now, after he and Dylis had failed to find the Window, he was becoming more certain it was no longer at the house. The idea that it could be anywhere and that he only had one month to find it was more than a little terrifying. If he did manage to find it, he still had to work out a way not to give it to Shea—and not get killed in the process. It was exactly the reason he spent his life trying to stay clear of all things fairy. If he hadn’t bought the enchanted mirror from the garage sale, then maybe Shea would have left him alone.