Chapter 8 (part 2)

I am so glad she can't guess my thoughts.

"So," Vivi says. "We're here because you both could use some cheering up. So cheer up."

I look over at Taryn and take a deep breath, ready to apologize. I don't know if that's what Vivi had in mind, but it's what I've known I had to do since I got out of bed. "I'm sorry," I blurt out.

"You're probably mad," Taryn says at the same time.

"At you?" I am astonished.

Taryn droops. "I swore to Cardan that I wouldn't help you, even though I came with you that day to help."

I shake my head vehemently. "Really, Taryn, you're the one who should be angry that I got you tossed into the water in the first place. Getting yourself out of there was the smart thing to do. I would never be mad about that."

"Oh," she says. "Okay."

"Taryn told me about the prank you played on the prince," Vivi says. I see myself reflected in her sunglasses, doubled, quadrupled with Taryn beside me. "Pretty good, but now you're going to have to do something much worse. I've got ideas."

"No!" Taryn says with vehemence. "Jude doesn't need to do anything. She was just upset about Madoc and the tournament. If she goes back to ignoring them, they'll go back to ignoring her, too. Maybe not at first, but eventually."

I bite my lip because I don't think that's true.

"Forget Madoc. Knighthood would have been boring anyway," Vivi says, effectively dismissing the thing I've been working toward for years. I sigh. It's annoying, but also reassuring that she doesn't think it's that big a deal, when the loss has felt overwhelming to me.

"So what do you want to do?" I ask Vivi to avoid any more of this discussion. "Are we seeing a movie? Do you want to try on lipsticks? Don't forget you promised me coffee."

"I want you to meet my girlfriend," Vivienne says, and I remember the pink-haired girl in the strip of photos. "She asked me to move in with her."

"Here?" I ask, as though there could be any other place.

"The mall?" Vivi laughs at our expressions. "We're going to meet her here today but probably find a different place to live. Heather doesn't know Faerie exists, so don't mention it, okay?"

When Taryn and I were ten, Vivi learned how to make ragwort horses. We ran away from Madoc's house a few days later. At a gas station, Vivi enchanted a random woman to take us home with her.

I still remember the woman's blank face as she drove. I wanted to make her smile, but no matter what funny faces I pulled, her expression didn't change. We spent the night in her house, sick after having ice cream for dinner. I cried myself to sleep, clinging to a weeping Taryn.

After that, Vivi found us a motel room with a stove, and we learned how to cook macaroni and cheese from the package. We made coffee in the coffeepot because we remembered how our old house had smelled like it. We watched television and swam in the pool with other kids staying in the motel.

I hated it.

We lived that way for two weeks before Taryn and I begged Vivi to take us home, to take us back to Faerie. We missed our beds, we missed the food we were used to, we missed magic.

I think it broke Vivi's heart to return, but she did it. And she stayed. Whatever else I can say about Vivi, when it really mattered, she stuck by us.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that she didn't plan to stay forever.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Taryn demands.

"I am telling you. I just did," Vivi says, leading us past stores with looping images of video games, past gleaming displays of bikinis and flowing maxi dresses, past cheese-injected pretzels and stores with counters full of gleaming, heart-shaped diamonds promising true love. Strollers stream past, groups of teenage boys in jerseys, elderly couples holding hands.

"You should have said something sooner," says Taryn, hands on her hips.

"Here's my plan to cheer you up," Vivi says. "We all move to the human world. Move in with Heather. Jude doesn't have to worry about knighthood, and Taryn doesn't have to throw herself away on some silly faerie boy."

"Does Heather know about this plan?" Taryn asks skeptically.

Vivi shakes her head, smiling.

"Sure," I say, trying to make a joke of it. "Except that I have no marketable skills other than swinging around a sword and making up

riddles, neither of which probably pay all that well."

"The mortal world is where we grew up," Vivi insists, climbing onto a bench and walking the length of it, acting as though it were a stage. She pushes her sunglasses up onto her head. "You'd get used to it again."

"Where you grew up." She was nine when we were taken; she remembers so much more about being human than we do. It's unfair, since she's also the one with magic.

"The Folk are going to keep treating you like crap," Vivi says, and hops down in front of us, cat eyes flashing. A lady with a baby carriage swerves to avoid us.

"What do you mean?" I look away from Vivi, concentrating on the pattern of the tiles under my feet.

"Oriana acts like you two being mortal is some kind of awful surprise that gets sprung on her all over again every morning," she says. "And Madoc killed our parents, so that sucks. And then there are the jerks at school that you don't like to talk about."

"I was just talking about those jerks," I say, not giving her the satisfaction of being shocked by what she said about our parents. She acts like we don't remember, like there's some way I am ever going to forget. She acts like it's her personal tragedy and hers alone.

"And you didn't like it." Vivi looks immensely pleased with herself for that particular riposte. "Did you really think that being a knight would make everything better?"

"I don't know," I say.

Vivi swings on Taryn. "What about you?"

"Faerie is all we know. Taryn holds up a hand to forestall any more argument. "Here, we wouldn't have anything. There'd be no balls and no magic and no--"

"Well, I think I'd like it here," Vivi snaps, and stalks off ahead of us, toward the Apple Store.

We've talked about it before, of course, how Vivi thinks we're stupid for not being able to resist the intensity of Faerie, for desiring to stay in a place of such danger. Maybe growing up the way we have, bad things feel good to us. Or maybe we are stupid in the exact same way as every other idiot mortal who's pined away for another bite of goblin fruit. Maybe it doesn't matter.

A girl is standing in front of the entrance, playing around on her phone. The girl, I assume. Heather is small, with faded pink hair and brown skin. She's wearing a t-shirt with a hand-drawn design across the front. There are pen stains on her fingers. I realize abruptly that she might be the artist who drew the comics I've seen Vivi pore over.

I begin a curtsy before I remember myself and awkwardly stick out a hand. "I'm Vivi's sister Jude," I say. "And this is Taryn."

The girl shakes my hand. Her palm is warm, her grip nearly nonexistent.

It's funny how Vivi, who tried so hard to escape being anything like Madoc, wound up falling in love with a human girl, as Madoc did.

"I'm Heather," the girl says. "It's great to meet you. Vee almost never talks about her family."

Taryn and I glance at each other. Vee?

"You want to sit down or something?" Heather says, nodding toward the food court.

"Somebody owes me coffee," I say pointedly to Vivi.

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