“Wait!” I said. “Rock was there! He was watching from behind a tree. He’ll know what happened after I left.”
Cassidy gave a little squeak of worry and Brogan nodded.
He rushed from the room and my family stepped into a close huddle, shoulder-to-shoulder.
“What can we do?” Cassidy asked. Her voice was one notch away from frantic. “I don’t want to go to Faerie, but I don’t want McKale to go either!”
“We won’t let that happen,” Dad said. “We’ll need a power play on our part, something that will take her by surprise. What are her weaknesses? Is there anything she fears?”Cassidy laughed dryly. “If I were her I’d be afraid of her daddy!”
She said it as a joke, but the other three of us exchanged thoughtful stares.
“She has been sneaking out of the portal against her father’s wishes,” Mom stated.
I shrugged. “But we don’t know for sure if he cares what she does. He doesn’t want Fae coming out whenever they please, but maybe he makes an exception for his little princess.”
I ran the earlier conversation through my mind again, specifically the things FFG had said about her people.
“She wants it to look like McKale is choosing to come on his own.” I was thinking out loud. Dad had his arms crossed, rocking back on his heels as I rambled. “Because she’s afraid of what the other Fae will think if they know she’s developed feelings for a human. She said it has to look like he’s just a consort.”
“So we blow her cover, then?” Mom asked.
We all nodded. But how would we prove to her people that she wanted McKale?
A quick knock sounded on the door, and Brogan came in, huffing from the exertion.
“Still no sign of ‘im, but the boys are on it.”
“Brogan,” Dad said. “Do you have means to contact the Fae? To get them to open the portal?”
Brogan opened his mouth and paused, unsure, until my father swore that the information would never leave this room. Brogan pulled a thin rope from around his neck. Hanging from it was a golden tube the size of my thumb. It was a whistle. We all leaned forward to look at it. There was indecipherable writing and a symbol.
“Hey, is that…?” Cass pointed at the image, crinkling her brow, and we leaned in further.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Dad said.
“It’s a picture of a pot of gold!” I grinned.
“Aye,” Brogan tucked it back into his shirt. “I’ve never been certain of its meaning, except that the Fae believe their realm to be the ultimate treasure. Not another soul has seen this caller, ‘cept the Keepers who passed it to me.”
“How does it work?” Dad asked him.
“It makes no noise to the human ear, but the Fae who guards the gate will hear it and open the portal to attain the message. ‘Tis rarely used.”
“I’ll bet.” Dad rubbed his large, squared chin and looked at me. “Robyn. You brought all of your video stuff? The camera and laptop?”
“Yeah…” Where was this going? He cleared his throat and began delegating responsibilities.
“Brogan, I’m going to need you to pass a message to the Summer King through the portal guard. Tell him that the long-awaited binding will take place two evenings from now and you’d be honored to have the King and his court present for the event.”
Brogan nodded.
“What if they don’t come?” Cassidy asked.
“Let’s just try and stay hopeful, love,” Mom told her.
“Cass.” Dad looked at her pointedly. “You and I are going to leave the village tonight—”
“But—”
“We’ll be back in time for the binding. We have to be quick. There are some electronics I need to get and I’m going to need help. Plus, I’d rather have you with me, away from here, considering.”
She looked at me. “I don’t want to leave Robyn.”
“It’ll be okay.” I squeezed her hand.
“All right, listen up.” Dad’s voice sounded like a military commander and our postures straightened. “We don’t have much time, so here’s the plan.”
I lay in bed next to Mom unable to sleep. By the time Dad and Cassidy left, McKale and Rock still hadn’t been found. Keefe did witness the FFG return to her own realm, thank goodness. But it killed me to know McKale was out there somewhere feeling… however he was feeling. Did he think I’d let him go so easily, as the FFG said? Had she been able to influence him once I was no longer in their presence? And worst of all, did he kiss her? Or worse?
I couldn’t stand the thought. I rolled over and pressed my face hard into my pillow until I could feel tiny feathers poking through the cloth, jabbing my face. I didn’t care how they stung. Nothing could hurt worse than the thought of McKale losing himself in her touch.
I wondered if Rock stayed silent the whole time, or if something might have happened to cause him to interfere. He was reckless, but I didn’t want him to be hurt.
At the sound of a knock, Mom and I bolted upright.