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“Wil you come to Faerie?” she asked. “See if the land responds to you? If it does, you can align to a court so the holdings move there.” “Whoa, slow down.” I threw up my hands. “I don’t want to claim Coleman’s holdings. They can rot for al I care. And I’m certainly not going to align myself with a court.” Pookie ’s frown stretched across her face, and if possible, her shoulders slumped further. “Al,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, “I’m part of Coleman’s property.” I blinked at my former best friend and roommate. “I thought you were freed when Coleman died.” I’d seen the silver chain dissolve from her throat. “From his compulsion, yes. But from Faerie?” She shook her head. “I’m a changeling. Four years passed for you, but I have lived in Faerie hundreds of years, danced with
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