Eight
“Great.” Saskia grabs my arm while Blaze opens a doorway to the faerie paths. Before I have a chance to say another word, I find myself stepping out of the darkness into a tunnel. Fortunately, it’s a lot larger than the concrete pipe I faced earlier today. I expect to feel earth beneath my boots, but the ground is covered by large, flat stones, spaced closely together. Some glow yellow, bringing a warm light to the enclosed space.
“Sivvyn Quarter is that way,” Saskia says, pointing over my shoulder. “We’ll be down this side, at Club Deviant.”
“Club Deviant?”
“Pretty easy to find. Just tell the faerie paths. They’ll take you close enough.”
“And … what kind of fae am I likely to run into in Sivvyn Quarter?”
“All kinds,” Blaze says as he drapes an arm casually around Saskia’s shou
