She makes another hissing yowl.
“Yeah,” I say, sighing. “No one likes to hear ‘I told you so.’ Don’t worry. Whatever jerk thought this was going to be a fun prank is about to have a lot of regrets. Come on.”
She follows me, shivering. When I try to put an arm around her, she flinches away with another hiss. At least she remains upright. At least she is human enough to stay with me and not run off.
We plunge into the hedges, and this time the maze doesn’t mess with us. In three turns, we are standing among guests. A fountain splashes gently, the sound of it mixing with conversation.
I look around, searching for someone I know.
Taryn and Locke aren’t there. Most likely, they have gone to a bower, where they will make private vows to each other—their true faerie marriage, unwitnessed and mysterious. In a land where there are no lies, promises need not be public to be binding.
Vivi rushes over to me, taking Heather’s hands. Her fingers have curled under in a paw-like manner.
“What’s happened?” Oriana demands.
“Heather?” Oak wants to know. She looks at him with eyes that match my sister’s. I wonder if that was the heart of the jest. A cat for a cat-eyed girl.
“Do something,” Vivi says to Oriana.
“I am no deft hand at enchantments,” she says. “Undoing curses was never my specialty.”
“Who did this? They can undo it.” My voice has a growl to it that makes me sound like Madoc. Vivi looks up with a strange expression on her face.
“Jude,” Oriana cautions, but Heather points with her knuckles.
Standing by a trio of flute-playing fauns is a boy with cat ears. I stride across the maze toward him. One hand goes to the hilt of my sword, all the frustration I feel over everything I cannot control bends toward fixing this one thing.
My other hand knocks the goblet of green wine out of his grip. The liquid pools on the clover before sinking into the earth under our feet.
“What is this?” he demands.
“You put a curse on that girl over there,” I tell him. “Fix her immediately.”
“She admired my ears,” the boy says. “I was only giving her what she desired. A party favor.”
“That’s what I am going to say after I gut you and use your entrails as streamers,” I tell him. “I was only giving him what he wanted. After all, if he didn’t want to be eviscerated, he would have honored my very reasonable request.”
With furious looks at everyone, he stomps across the grass and speaks a few words. The enchantment begins to dissipate. Heather begins to cry anew, though, as her humanity returns. Huge sobbing gasps shake her.
“I want to go,” she says finally in a quavering, wet voice. “I want to go home right now and never come back.”
Vivi should have prepared her better, should have made sure she always wore a charm—or better yet, two. She should never have let Heather wander off alone.
I fear that, in some measure, this is my fault. Taryn and I hid from Vivi the worst of what it was to be human in Faerie. I think Vivi believed that because her sisters were fine, Heather would be, too. But we were never fine.
“It’s going to be okay,” Vivi is saying, rubbing Heather’s back in soothing circles. “You’re okay. Just a little weirdness. Later, you’re going to think it was funny.”
“She’s not going to think it was funny,” I say, and Vivi flashes me an angry look.
The sobbing continues. Finally, Vivi puts her finger under Heather’s chin, raising her face to look fully into it.
“You’re okay,” Vivi says again, and I can hear the glamour in her voice. The magic makes Heather’s whole body relax. “You don’t remember the last half hour. You’ve been having a lovely time at the wedding, but then took a spill. You were crying because you bruised your knee. Isn’t that silly?”
Heather looks around, embarrassed, and then wipes her eyes. “I feel a little ridiculous,” she says with a laugh. “I guess I was just surprised.”
“Vivi,” I hiss.
“I know what you’re going to say,” Vivi tells me under her breath. “But it’s just this one time. And before you ask, I’ve never done it before. But she doesn’t need to remember all of that.”
“Of course she does,” I say. “Or she won’t be careful next time.”
I am so angry that I can barely speak, but I need to make Vivi understand. I need to make her realize that even terrible memories are better than weird gaps or the hollow feeling that your feelings don’t make sense.
But before I can begin, the Ghost is at my shoulder. Vulciber, beside him. They are both in uniform.
“Come with us,” the Ghost says, uncharacteristically blunt.
“What is it?” I ask them, my voice sharp. I am still thinking about Vivi and Heather.
The Ghost is as grim as I’ve ever seen him. “The Undersea made its move.”