They stood in a pale grove, the usual ring of mushrooms surrounding them. Tam peered at Jennet, but in the dim light it was impossible to tell if her character looked any different.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
She took a hesitant step, then leaped over the ring. Whirling, she grinned at him. “Good! Fabulous, in fact.”
“Glad to hear it. Do you think we’re close to the Dark Court?”
He stepped over the luminous mushrooms and glanced about. The sky above them was dusted with stars and the trees gave off a faint glow.
“Yes, we are,” she said. “Do you hear that?”
He tilted his head. Music twisted through the air, pulling at his senses. Pipes and fiddle and the steady beat of a drum. “Yeah.”
“Come on.” Staff in one hand she stepped forward, down the shadowy path.
Tam hurried after her an
