Prologue
Tears were spilling down Teagan’s cheeks as she went up the stairs. She locked her bedroom door so no one could follow her in. If Aiden needed her, he could just bang on it and wake Abby, who was curled up on the bed, frowning in her sleep. Teagan tiptoed past her, careful not to let even one sniffle escape, climbed out the window, and slid it shut behind her.
She made it to the middle of the roof before she collapsed, hugging the roll of duct tape. It seemed like a million years since the day Finn had told Aiden that duct tape could fix anything. Well, it couldn’t fix this.
Teagan pulled her knees up, put her head down on them, and let the sobs come. They’d turned to hiccups when something touched her shoulder.
“Tea? Are you all right?”
“Finn!” She whirled to look at the window. It was still closed. “Where did you come from?”
“Came up the drainpipe,” he said. “I heard someone crying up here and wondered who it was.”
“You climbed up the drainpipe with your hand like that?” It was still wrapped in gauze and tape to help his palm heal.
“I can use two fingers.” He wiggled them at her to prove it.
“Here.” She wiped her nose on her sleeve, hiccupped, and held out the duct tape.
Finn took it and turned it over a couple of times. “You climbed out on the roof to cry over duct tape?”
“No,” Teagan said. “I climbed out on the roof to be alone.”
Finn sat down beside her. “You can do that. In a bit. But if you’re not crying over the duct tape, what are you crying over?”
“I don’t want to—hic—tell you.”
“If you won’t talk about it, girl, I guess I’ll have to. What Roisin said that night . . .”
Teagan put her chin on her knees again. “It’s true.”
“I told you, I knew it was the minute the words left her mouth. It changes a lot of things, doesn’t it?”
Teagan nodded.
“I think so, too. There’s a Travelers’ prayer I learned when I was little: ‘I do not ask for a path with no trouble or regret—’”
“‘I ask instead for a friend who’ll walk with me down any path,’” Teagan finished his sentence for him.
“You know it, then!” Finn said. “That makes it all easier. So, do you get my meaning, girl?”
“No.” He couldn’t mean what she thought he meant. She couldn’t let him.
“No?” Finn ran his good hand through his hair. “I thought it was plain enough. I’m the Mac Cumhaill, that’s the thing, not a word man like your da.”
“And I’m a Highborn,” Teagan said flatly. “Go back to Mamieo and her Travelers’ prayers and leave me alone with my goblin blood.”
“Are you thickheaded?” Finn asked. “I know your blood, and the heart that pumps it. I’m saying I’ll walk with you down any path, as long as I am able. I’d have told you as much that morning in Mag Mell, but you’d have thought it was my promise to Aiden talking, wouldn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“I don’t need magic to make me keep my promises.”
“I know,” Teagan whispered.
“I love you.” ’
“You can’t,” Teagan said.
“Why not?”
“You want to know what I was crying about?”
“I said I did.”
“It’s because I’m not good like you, Finn. I am a goblin. I fed Ginny to the hellhounds. Horrible, nasty Ginny Greenteeth kept her promise, and I used her to save my own life. She begged me not to. But I did exactly what Fear Doirich would have wanted me to, didn’t I? Killing her was useful, just like cousin Kyle said it would be. Will you walk with me down that path, goblin hunter?”
Finn took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”
“Yes.”
Teagan studied her shoes, waiting for him to walk away.
“Look at me, girl.”
She looked up.
“I said I love you. That’s not changing, no matter what you’ve done. But I need to know. Is that the path you intend to walk?”
“No,” Teagan admitted. “I hate it. I hate what I’ve done. But I’ve started down that path, haven’t I? It’s in my blood.”
“You’ve got choices, like any other creature,” Finn said. “You can stumble down that road, pretending you can’t help it. You can curl up and die of regret and sorrow for what you’ve done. Or you can get up and fight, even though the battle might be lost.”
“Did Mamieo teach you that?”
“The Boy Scouts,” Finn said. “Nothing could take it out of those two old men, not the streets, hunger, rags, or curses. They chose their lives. They taught me to choose mine. If you start to walk down that path again, I’ll do my best to bring you back.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Teagan said. “My family is goblin, Finn. I don’t want to drag you into it. I can devolve into something like Kyle. Thomas—a guy who killed an angel—is probably my cousin. I won’t let you love me.”
Finn scratched his head, as if he were considering.
“I may need your permission to kiss you, girl. But I don’t need anyone’s permission to love you. I choose it of my own free will, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Teagan shook her head. “You still don’t get it. I know you thought I was your a gra ma whatever—”
“A ghrá mo chroí,” Finn said. “The love of my heart.”
“—but I’m not. What I did in Mag Mell broke me inside.”
“And isn’t it a Fir Bolg’s job to mend what’s broken, then?”
He reached out and traced a line above her bare arm, his finger an inch from her skin. The electric arc from his fingertip raised goose bumps as it followed his finger down her arm. It made her whole body shiver. “I’ve been wondering if you felt it, too.”
“Yes.” It was impossible to argue when she could hardly breathe.
“That’s good.” Finn nodded. “I’m just not sure what I’m going to do about it.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because of the talk your da gave me that first day.”
“But you asked if you could kiss me after that talk!”
“That’s true,” Finn said. “I didn’t think I needed your da’s advice then. I know I need it now. The man’s had experience in this sort of thing.” A door slammed below them, and Finn stood up.
“In what sort of thing?” Teagan could feel the heat flush her face. “Wait. You didn’t ask me if I loved you! ”
“Didn’t have to.” Finn stepped toward the edge of the roof and looked over. “I’m the Mac Cumhaill, remember? I told you I was going to change that plan of yours.”
Teagan flushed. “I haven’t changed all of it. I’m still headed for Cornell, and I’m not giving that up for anyone. I’ll just have to figure out how I can focus on my studies and work things out with you.”
“This might not be the best time to negotiate the finer points of our relationship,” Finn said. He offered her a hand, and pulled her to her feet. “There’s matters that need looking after.”
“What sort of matters?” Teagan turned to look.
Lennie was standing on the sidewalk, holding Aiden up above his head.
“I see her!” Aiden said, and started waving his arms. “Tea-gan!” he shouted. “Come quick! Thomas is growing feathers! ”
Part I: Lhiannon—Sídhe
One
Teagan Wylltson blinked and tried to focus on her five-year-old brother, Aiden. His best friend, Lennie—a pudgy, pimpled eighteen-year-old—was holding him up so that he could see Teagan’s perch on the roof of the porch. Lucy, the sprite who had taken up residence in her brother’s hair, was zipping excitedly around his head.
“Come quick! Thomas is growing feathers!” Aiden yelled again.
“The man’s shape-shifting,” Finn said. He had taken her hand to pull her to her feet, and he hadn’t let go. Every molecule in her was suddenly vibrating at a higher rate, and webs of electricity spread over her entire body. It felt good. Really good. But it did make it hard to focus.
“Where’s Mamieo, then?” Finn asked.
“She was sitting beside him when I went through the living room,” Teagan said, dropping his hand and stepping away.
Focusing would be a good thing right now. Finn’s grandmother hadn’t been happy when they’d dragged a wounded shape shifter out of Mag Mell, but she’d promised not to harm the creature—so long as he didn’t do anything unnatural.
“Do you think she’ll consider this—”
“Unnatural? I’m sure of it.”
“She wouldn’t—”
“Do away with the creature?” Finn rubbed his chin with the two good fingers of his wounded hand. “I doubt it. But I’d best go check on them just...