The cafeteria was noisy as usual, which meant Jennet could ask Marny how her meeting with the changeling went without anyone listening in.
TIt had been hard, watching out the grav-car window yesterday as Marny and Tam headed for the Exe. The ache of not being with Tam clogged Jennet’s throat. Would her dad ever relent and let her see Tam openly? Would he ever understand about Feyland?
Tam and Marny were already at their usual table. Jennet put her tray down, wrinkling her nose at the limp spaghetti sprawled over the plate. The whole room smelled like tomatoes and overcooked pasta.
“How was meeting your first faerie?” she asked, scooting across from Marny.
“Quite the experience.” Marny set aside her roll. “He’s a freaky little creature.”
Tam gave a wry nod. “Welcome to life among the f
