the room. “Are you here?”
There was no answer.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE THIN MAN
I frowned at the mattress, wondering where the Summer faery could have gone. When I left her that morning, she had been curled up on my pillow reading, petals and leaves idly sprouting around her from the bed frame. Worried that she might be bored, as bored faeries were a recipe for disaster, I’d gathered a large stack of random books, magazines and novels from around the house, sneaking them into my room for her. Before leaving for school, I’d also offered to let her watch movies on my laptop, but she had shuddered at that idea and refused. Though, when she shyly asked if the strange metal device could play any music, I’d found a classical music station and left it on, turned down so my parents wouldn’t come into the room and shut it off.
The bed was empty now, a paperback book sitting forgotten on my pillow. The music station still crooned softly, and I clicked it silent.
“Annwyl,” I called again, wondering, absurdly, if I should check the closet or under the bed. “Where are you?”
Still nothing. The subtle warmth and scent of flowers that filled my room when Annwyl was present was also gone. I suddenly remembered the faery’s words about Fading away, and a sharp ache gripped my stomach. Had she just...disappeared? Ceased to exist? My gut twisted even harder. What would Keirran have to say about that? What would he do if he found out?
Desperate now to find her, I searched the rest of the house, but she wasn’t in the living room, kitchen, bathrooms, basement or study, and I definitely wasn’t going to barge into my parents’ room right now. Hoping that she hadn’t forgotten the danger and wandered outside, I went to the back door to search our small, fenced-in yard for the vanished faery.
I yanked the door open and froze.
A thin, pale figure stood a few yards away, perched atop the wooden privacy fence surrounding the lot, silhouetted against the night sky. He stood in profile so that he faced me from the side, and one large, pale eye peered down at me from a narrow face.
My heart nearly stopped, but as soon as I saw him, the Thin Man turned, as if to say something to me, and vanished. I jumped, startled and disbelieving. With the exception of an obnoxious gray cat, I’d never seen any faery just disappear in front of me.
“Oh, blast it all” came a high, clear voice out of nowhere. “I keep forgetting. One moment, Ethan Chase.”
The Thin Man turned back, visible again, and I realized he hadn’t disappeared at all, only that he was really, really thin. Like the edge of a paper thin. So thin he could be viewed only when he turned to the side. I wondered how the hell he could stand up straight, let alone walk, if he was basically the width of a sheet of paper. But he was a faery, and things never made sense with the fey.
“Good evening,” the Thin Man said, smiling and peering down at me from the corner of his eye. “Lovely night, isn’t it?”
I closed the door behind me but did not step into the yard, watching the faery from the top step. The wards might be keeping him at bay for now, but if he somehow broke through them and came after me, I wanted enough time to reach my room and grab my swords.
“What do you want?” I demanded.
“Now, is that any way to greet a guest?” the faery inquired, clasping his pale hands in front of him. “I have come far to find you, Ethan Chase.”
The Thin Man took off his hat and turned it in his long, spiderlike fingers. “I have a problem, Ethan Chase,” he said, gazing down at his hands. “I was hoping you could fix it for me.”
“And what’s that?”
“Well, you see...” The faery fiddled with his hat. “Long, long ago, I made a mistake. A very costly mistake, one that is having an impact on both our worlds right now. Are you familiar with the Fade, Ethan Chase? It is what happens to those of us who have either been cut off from the Nevernever or have been unremembered so long, we have forgotten our own names.”
“I know what it is.”
“Clever boy. I thought you might.” The faery smiled, showing a row of thin, sharp teeth. “Then listen well to my story. In the farthest reaches of the Between, the Veil between the mortal realm and the Nevernever, lies a town. And in that town dwell the creatures that the world has forgotten. It is their final resting place, their haven to move peacefully into nonexistence. I was the caretaker, Ethan Chase. The mayor, if you would. It was my duty to see that all those who came to Phaed were comfortable, and to help them ease into oblivion, for however long it took.”
“Sounds pretty awful,” I commented. The Thin Man ignored me.
“But then, several years ago, something came through my town that never should have been there, and something left that should have remained there forever. Because I let it go, that ripple awakened a long-sleeping darkness. A darkness that was never meant to stir. And now she is in the world again, and the things that had nearly Faded away are coming back.” The Thin Man’s gaze sharpened even more. “Even worse, because of my mistake, something was born into Faery that never should have been. A catalyst with the power to change everything.”
“So what does that have to do with me?” I asked.
The Thin Man blinked that large, pale eye. “It is the smallest things that are often the most important, Ethan Chase,” he said. “The cornerstones that will topple the whole tower. The prophecy cannot come to pass without him, and if I take away his reason to fight, the flame that keeps him going will flicker and die. The Forgotten will Fade back into the Deep Wyld once more, and all will be as it should.”
Prophecy? I felt cold. Suddenly, Meghan’s warnings, Keirran’s own words that everyone knew something he didn’t, made a lot more sense. “What prophecy?” I rasped, and the Thin Man looked at me in surprise.
“You don’t know? Surely the Iron Queen would have told you.” He paused then, as if just figuring something out. “Ahhhh,” he breathed, nodding. “No, she would not. Of course she would not, not something like this.”
“What?” I snapped. “What isn’t she telling me? What is she keeping from both of us?”
The faery steepled long fingers together. “I will tell you, Ethan Chase. I can tell you the prophecy, and your part in it, for a price.”
Dammit. Should’ve seen this coming. My knee-jerk instinct was to refuse. That was my number one rule: never make a bargain with the fey, under any circumstance.
But this prophecy sounded bad. And a lot bigger than I had imagined. “What price?” I asked warily. The Thin Man smiled.
“A small thing. Simply remove the wards you have put up and allow me to collect what I’ve come for. I will be on my way after that.”
Remove the wards. Let the faery into the house. Why would he want...
Wait. He was talking about Keirran. The catalyst, the power that could change everything, was Keirran. And Keirran’s reason to fight was... “Annwyl,” I guessed, anger and horror spreading through me. “You’re here for Annwyl.”
“The Summer girl is already Fading,” the Thin Man said patiently. “Her end has begun. You cannot stop it. He cannot stop it. This mad quest, his determination to halt the Fade, for exiles and Forgotten, must cease. You cannot fight inevitability. Once she is gone, the Iron Prince’s spark will die, and he will forget why he wanted to save the exiles in the first place.”
“Or you’ll piss him off so badly he’ll do something really stupid.”
“That is a chance I am willing to take.”
“Well, I’m not.” I stepped back, putting a hand on the doorknob. “And I’m sure as hell not turning Annwyl over to you. So go away. You’re not getting into my house, and you’re not getting anywhere near Annwyl