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Chapter Nine

As soon as the gate closed, Tamani turned to Shar, hoping – and doubting – that his old friend was OK. “So, did you get what you were after?”

Shar shook his head. “Not really. But I probably got what I deserved.”

Don’t be so hard on yourself, Tamani thought, but he said nothing. Never did. However difficult it was for Shar to visit Japan, Tamani doubted the experience was half as bad as the emotional torment he always put himself through afterwards.

“Who did you go to see, Shar?” Laurel asked.

Shar met her question with silence. Tamani placed a hand at the small of Laurel’s back and gently urged her to walk a little faster. Now was not the time to be asking Shar about Hokkaido.

They stopped at the edge of the woods and a grin played at the corners of Shar’s mouth. “Hurry,” he teased Tamani. “The sun will be setting soon and you have school tomorrow.”

Tamani swallowed his frustration. He hated his stupid classes and Shar knew it. “Just answer your blighting phone next time, OK?” Tamani said, getting in a parting shot.

Shar’s hand flitted to the pouch where his phone was stowed, but he said nothing.

Once he and Laurel were in the convertible, Tamani pulled back on to the highway and set his cruise control considerably lower than he had on the way to the land. The sun was still an hour from setting, the breeze was cool, and he had Laurel in the car. No need to hurry.

They travelled a way in silence before Laurel finally asked, “Where did Shar go?”

Tamani hesitated. It wasn’t really his place to spill Shar’s secrets, and technically he was only supposed to tell Laurel things she needed to know to fulfil her mission. But he preferred to think of that particular order as a strongly worded preference – and besides, it was at least plausible that the Unseelie had something to do with Yuki’s appearance. “He went to go see his mother.”

“In Hokkaido?”

Tamani nodded.

“Why does she live in Japan? Is she a sentry there?” Tamani shook his head, a tiny, sharp movement. “His mother is Unseelie.”

Laurel sighed. “I don’t even know what that means!”

“She’s been cast out,” Tamani said, trying to figure out a better way to say it – something that sounded less harsh.

“Like, an exile? That’s what Unseelie means?”

“Not. . . exactly.” Tamani bit his bottom lip and sighed. Where to begin? “Once upon a time,” he began, remembering that humans liked to start their most accurate histories this way, “there were two faerie courts. Their rivalry was. . . complicated, but it boiled down to human contact. One court was friendly to humans – the humans called them Seelie. The other court sought to dominate humans, enslave them, torment them for amusement, or kill them for sport. They were the Unseelie.

“Somewhere along the way, a rift developed in the Seelie Court. There were some fae who believed that the best thing we could do for the humans was leave them alone. Isolationists, basically.”

“Isn’t that how the fae live now?”

“Yes,” Tamani said. “But they never used to. The Seelie even made treaties with some human kingdoms – including Camelot.”

“But that failed, right?” asked Laurel. “That’s what you said at the festival last year.”

“Well, it worked for a while. In some ways the pact with Camelot was a huge success. With Arthur’s help, the Seelie drove the trolls out of Avalon for good and hunted the Unseelie practically to extinction. But eventually, things. . . fell apart.”

It pained Tamani to gloss over so much detail, but when it came to the Unseelie, it was hard to decide where one explanation ended and another began. And it would take him hours to explain everything that had gone wrong in Camelot. Especially considering that, even in Avalon, the story was ancient enough for its accuracy to be disputed. Some claimed that the memories collected in the World Tree kept their history pure, but – having conversed with the Silent Ones himself – Tamani did not think it gave answers straight enough to qualify as historical facts.

He would have to do his best with what he had.

“When the trolls overran Camelot, it was taken as final proof that even our most well-intentioned involvement with humans was doomed to end in disaster. The isolationists rose to power. Everyone else was branded Unseelie.”

“So part of the Seelie Court became the new Unseelie Court?”

Tamani frowned. “Well, there hasn’t been an Unseelie ‘Court’ in more than a thousand years. But Titania was dethroned, Oberon crowned as rightful king, and the universal decree was that, for the good of the human race, the fae would leave humans alone forever. Everyone was summoned back to Avalon, Oberon created the gates, and for the most part we’ve been isolated ever since. But the idea that faeries should meddle in human affairs – as benefactors or