From where had that thought or that memory come? Was it genuine? Or had the Sidh planted it in my mind.
The woman drifted away, although I did not see her legs move.
When Mr Lunan lifted his shotgun, I shook my head and pushed down the barrel. “No, Mr Lunan; we don’t need that here.”
Mr Lunan was staring at the Sidh, with his mouth open and his eyes glazed. I knew he could not see what I saw. The Sidh were inside his head, altering his thoughts.
“Welcome back, Jock!” A group of Sidh held out plates of fruit for him. “We missed you.”
I felt as if I were in a dream. “Where are we?” I asked.
“Jock already answered that question,” the man with the marked face said. His eyes were kindly, bright with wisdom. “Elfhame.”
A woman joined him, smiling as she reached out to touch me.
“I know y
