"Vampires, werewolves, demons," I said. And perhaps I was being a fool. Perhaps I would have to drag the detective back inside and hand him over to Mr. Reddy until they found a witch to erase his memory. But I'd seen new girls marveling over the truth of theater, stating how impossible it was. "And fae?" he asked. Fae. He knew. He knew they existed, I was sure of it now.
