Kaye wondered if everyone felt like there was a monster underneath their skin.
Corny and his mother walked back into the room. He had his arm around her and was speaking softly. Kaye cried out at the sight of his bare hand on her arm, but the cloth under his hand was neither unraveled nor discolored.
"Sorry," she said, realizing how loud she'd been.
Luis looked around as though he'd just woken from a dream. He got awkwardly to his feet.
Corny's mom rubbed her face. "I'm going to wake up Mitch. You three go on and get what sleep you can.”
Kaye stopped Corny in the hallway. "Is she okay?”
He shook his head. "We missed Christmas, you know. My mom's been going crazy thinking about Janet and not knowing where I was. I feel like an ass. And now this.”
Kaye thought back to the handful of unopened presents sitting under the tree at her grandmother's. "Oh," she said, and caught his warm, dry fingers. He didn't pull away from her. "What about the curse?”
"Later," he said. "War council in my room.”
Kaye flopped on top of the tangled sheets of his bed, kicking her feet off one end. Luis sat on the floor and Corny sprawled beside him, close enough that their legs touched.
Lutie flew in, landing on Corny's computer. Luis must not have noticed her before, because he jumped up like a snapped cord.
"It's just Lutie-loo," Kaye said. "Don't freak.”
Luis looked at the little faerie with suspicion. "Fine, just . . . just keep it—her—away from me right now.”
"Kaye, here's the summary-in-ten-seconds version of what you missed," Corny said quickly. "The Seelie Court wanted to trade Luis's brother for Ethine. We traded, but Dave was already dead. They'd killed him.”
"And the curse?" Kaye asked.
"It got . . . accidentally removed," said Luis. He looked down at the threads of the carpet, and Kaye could see a worn patch that she didn't remember.
She nodded, since clearly neither of them wanted to talk about it. Lutie had crawled down onto the keyboard and was perched on a cell phone cradle.
"It's weird," Corny said, resting his head on his knee. "Silarial was looking for Ethine but not you. She could have sent her people to swoop down out of the sky and grab you, or at least try.”
"Maybe Sorrowsap is still watching over Kaye," said Luis.
Corny made a face. "Okay, but if you were the Seelie Queen and your plan was to use Roiben's name, would you waste your time getting one of your courtiers back?”
"He's right," Kaye said. "It doesn't make any sense. Killing Dave ..." She glanced quickly at Luis. "It's like she'd already gotten everything she wanted. She had time for pettiness.”
"So Silarial needs Ethine? What for?" Corny asked.
Luis frowned. "Didn't you say that Ethine would get the throne if Roiben won the duel?”
Kaye nodded. "He said something about how his sister would probably just hand back the crown, since she's so loyal. Maybe Silarial needs her to do that? I mean, it was odd that Silarial agreed to that bargain in the first place.”
"I don't know," Corny said. "If there was even a chance I had to forfeit my crown, I'd be pretty happy if the person I had to give it to went missing. Of course, my crown would have lots of rhinestones spelling out 'tyrant' so not everyone would want to steal it either.”
Kaye snorted. "Idiocy aside, you're right. You'd think she'd want Ethine dead.”
"Maybe she does," Luis said.
"So, what, Silarial kills her and puts the blame on us? I don't know. ...”
They sat in silence as the moments ticked by. Corny yawned while Luis stared at the wall, bright-eyed. Kaye imagined Talathain dueling Roiben, his sister grim-faced on the sidelines, the Queen smiling as though she'd eaten the last tart off the tray, Ruddles and Ellebere watching. There was something she was missing, something that was right in front of her.
She stood up with a gasp. "Wait! Wait! Who is Roiben fighting?”
Luis squinted up at her. "Well, we're not sure. I guess Silarial's knight or whatever courtier she thinks can kick his ass. Whoever's going to wield her secret weapon.”
"Remember what we were talking about in the diner—how it seemed like Roiben had a good chance at beating Talathain? How it all seemed too simple?" Kaye shook her head, the thrill of discovery fading to a jittery nausea.
Corny nodded.
"I don't think there is a secret weapon," Kaye said. "No armor, no unbeatable swordsman. Getting his true name out of me—she never needed it.”
Luis opened his mouth and then shut it again.
"I don't get what you're saying." Corny said.
"Ethine." Kaye said, feeling like the name was a slap. "Silarial's going to make Roiben fight Ethine.”
"But. . . Ethine's not a knight," Luis said. "She couldn't even get away from us. She can't fight.”
"That's the point," said Kaye. "There is no contest of skill. If he doesn't murder his own sister, Roiben dies. He has to choose between killing her and killing himself.”
She wanted to stay angry with Roiben, to hang on to the feeling of betrayal so that it pushed back all her hurt, but at that moment she couldn't help pitying him for loving Silarial. Maybe more than she pitied herself for still loving him.