Four
The aviary turns out to be one of Perry and Calla’s predetermined meeting points, and it has nothing to do with birds. Instead, when we walk out of the faerie paths, we’re in a park in the middle of a city. Even without the surrounding apartment blocks and the cars driving past, I think I’d be able to tell we’re no longer on the magical side of the veil. There’s something different about the atmosphere here. Something that feels a little bit … lifeless. It’s probably always felt this way and I’m only noticing it now because I’ve spent weeks in a world where magic is woven through everything.
“There he is,” Calla says, pointing across the park to a bench. Perry waves at us.
“You’re glamoured, I hope?” he says to me as we join him on the bench.
“I think so.” I look up at a young man
