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Faerie grants a lot of wishes. It never seems to provide the impossible things.
Modern technology makes some aspects of Faerie easier to hide and other aspects more difficult, and one day the purebloods are going to wake up and realize the humans aren’t working at a medieval level anymore. I expect the first pureblood who figures out what a computer is for to have a fascinating time of it.
It was a gamble. I didn’t want to go down in history as the changeling who condemned a kingdom. Then again, if this was a plague pit or something, maybe whoever decided to hide it should have used something stronger than a mild human-repelling spell and a few bounce-back wards. Really, there was no way this could be construed as my fault. They should have locked the doors better.
I was sitting on the curb, rolling the glass ball back and forth in my palm, wishing I could do those cool stunts like David Bowie in Labyrinth. Which, if actual Goblin Kings had worn pants that tight, would have seemed a lot more appealing as a narrative. I do like tight pants.
“I’ll watch,” said Mitch. When we both looked at him, he shrugged. “I don’t need to help my wife do murders, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the amount of effort that goes into making them work.”
Stacy and I grinned at each other. My head still hurt, but that was okay. Nothing makes me feel better like smashing stuff.
“Curiosity killed the cat,” said Mitch. “Satisfaction brought her back, and let’s not talk about cats, okay? King Jerkface has already been sniffing around, looking for ways to get me into trouble.”
“Could you maybe try not doing anything that’s going to get you killed while we’re right here? You know Devin would blame us.” “And your Uncle Sylvester,” said Stacy. “And Lily. And your mother. Seriously, you have way too many people who’d be pissed off if you were dead. You can’t put that on our shoulders. It’s not fair.”
“Let’s see if I’m right, shall we?” I bent and placed the ball on the nearest flat stone. It rocked back and forth when I took my hand away. Then it rolled a lazy circle before shooting off into the cave, moving so fast that I could see it skip across the water. “Sorry,” I said. “It’s cave time.” “That better be a magic ball and not something you bought at Toys R Us,” grumbled Mitch.
“Stacy?” I called. “You okay?” “This is creepy and upsetting,” said Stacy. “I hate it.” “I love you, too,” I said.
