"I look forward to it."

"You wait. You'll be sorry when something grabs me and I scream loud enough to wake the dead."

Ash smiled and let me go. "They'll have to get past me first," he promised, a steely glint in his eye. "Besides, most things that would grab you are just nursery bogies-irritating but harmless. They only want to scare you." He sobered, and his eyes narrowed, peering around the cemetery. "The real threat will be the Grim, a.s.suming this cemetery has one."

"What's a Grim?" I immediately thought of Grimalkin, the smart-mouthed talking cat who always seemed to pop up when least expected, demanding favors in return for his help. I wondered where the cat was now, if he had returned to the wyldwood after our last adventure. Of course, being in a cemetery, a Grim might also be a grinning skeleton in a black cowl, gliding down the aisles with a scythe in hand. I shivered and cursed my overactive imagination. So help me, it didn't matter if Ash was here or not, if I saw that that coming, people on the other side of the city would hear me scream. coming, people on the other side of the city would hear me scream.

An eerie howl cut through the night, making me jump. Ash froze, lean muscles tightening beneath the fabric of his shirt. A lethal calmness entered his face: his killer's mask. The cemetery went deathly still, as if even the ghosts and nursery bogies were afraid to move.

"Let me guess. That That was a Grim." was a Grim."

Ash's voice was soft as he turned away. "Let's go."

We continued down several more aisles, stone mausoleums flanking us. I peered anxiously between the tombs, wary of bogies and galley beggars and anything else that might jump out at me. I searched for the mysterious Grim, my creeped-out brain imagining werewolves and zombie dogs and scythe-toting skeletons following us down the streets.

Finally, we came to a small stone mausoleum with an ancient cross perched on the roof and a simple wooden door, nothing fancy or extravagant. The tiny plaque on the wall was so faded it was impossible to read. I would've walked right past it, if Ash hadn't stopped.

"Whose tomb is this?" I asked, hanging back from the door as if it would creak open to reveal its grisly contents. Ash walked up the crumbling granite steps and put a hand against the wood.

"An older couple, no one important," he replied, running his fingers down the faded surface as if he could sense what was on the other side. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced back at me. "Meghan, get up here, now."

I cringed. "We're going inside? inside?"

"Once I open the door, the Grim will know we're here. Its duty is to guard the cemetery, and the remains of those in it, so it's not not going to be happy about us disturbing the dead. You don't want to be out here alone when it comes, trust me." going to be happy about us disturbing the dead. You don't want to be out here alone when it comes, trust me."

Heart pounding, I scurried up the steps and pressed close to his back, peering out over the graveyard. "What is this thing, anyway?" I asked. "Can't you just slice your way past it, or turn us invisible for that matter?"

"It's not that easy," Ash explained patiently. "Church Grims are immune to magic and glamour-they see right through it. And even if you kill one, it doesn't die. To destroy a Grim, you have to dig up and burn its real body, and we don't have the time." He turned back to the door, murmured a quiet word, and pushed it open.

A blast of hot air wafted out of the open crypt, along with the musty scent of dust and mold and decay. I gagged and pressed my face into Ash's shoulder as we eased inside, shutting the door behind us. The tiny room was like an oven; I was almost instantly covered in sweat, and I pressed my sleeve to my mouth. Gasping into the fabric, I tried not to be sick at the scene in the middle of the floor.

On a raised stone table lay two skeletons, side by side. The room was so small that there was barely enough room to skirt the edges of the table, so the bodies were quite close. Too close, in my opinion. The bones were yellowed with age, and nothing clung to them-no skin, hair, or flesh-so they must've been here awhile.

I noticed that the skeletons were holding hands, long bony fingers wrapped around each other in a gruesome parody of affection. On one k.n.o.bby, naked digit, a tarnished ring glinted in the shadows.

Curiosity battled revulsion, and I looked at Ash, who was staring at the couple with a grave expression on his face. "Who are they?" I whispered through my sleeve. Ash hesitated, then took a quiet breath.

"There is a story," he began in a solemn tone, "about a talented saxophone player who went to Mardi Gras one night and caught the eye of a faery queen. And the queen bid him come to her, because he was young and handsome and charming, and his music could set one's soul on fire. But the sax player refused, because he already had a wife, and his love for her was greater than even the beauty of the faery queen. And so, angry that he spurned her, the queen took him anyway, and held him in the Nevernever for many long days, forcing him to entertain her. But no matter what the young man saw in Faery, and no matter how much the queen tried to make him her own, even when he forgot his own name, he could not forget his wife back in the mortal world."

Watching Ash's face, the shadows in his eyes as he spoke, I got the feeling this wasn't a story he'd heard somewhere. This was a tale he'd watched unfold before him. He knew of the Token and where to find it because he remembered the sax player from the queen's court; another mortal caught up in the cruelty of the fey.

"Time pa.s.sed," Ash went on, "and the queen finally released him, because it amused her to do so. And when the young human, his head filled with memories both real and imagined, returned to his beloved wife, he found her aged sixty years, while he had not changed a day since he vanished from the mortal world. She still wore his ring, and had not taken another husband or suitor, for she always believed he would return."

Ash paused, and I used my free hand to wipe my eyes. The skeletons didn't seem so creepy now, lying motionless on the table. At least I could look at them without my stomach churning. "What happened after that?" I whispered, glancing at Ash hopefully, pleading for this faery tale to have a happy ending. Or at least a nonhorrible one. I should've known better by now. Ash shook his head and sighed.

"Neighbors found them days later lying in bed, a young man and a shrunken old woman, their fingers intertwined in an unbreakable grip and their faces turned toward one another. The blood from their wrists had already dried on the sheets."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at the skeletons again, fingers interlocked in death as they had been in life. And I wished that, for once, once, faery tales- faery tales-real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales-would have a happy ending. faery tales, not Disney fairy tales-would have a happy ending.

I wonder what my ending will be? The thought came out of nowhere, making me frown. I looked at Ash over the table; his silver gaze met mine, and I felt my heart swell in my chest. I was in a faery tale, wasn't I? I was playing my part in the story, the human girl who had fallen in love with a faery prince. Stories like that rarely ended well. Even if I did finish this thing with the false king, even if I did go back to my family and live out a normal life, where would Ash fit in? I was human; he was an immortal, soulless faery. What kind of future did we have together? I would eventually grow old and die; Ash would live on forever, or at least until the mortal world became too much for him and he simply ceased to exist. The thought came out of nowhere, making me frown. I looked at Ash over the table; his silver gaze met mine, and I felt my heart swell in my chest. I was in a faery tale, wasn't I? I was playing my part in the story, the human girl who had fallen in love with a faery prince. Stories like that rarely ended well. Even if I did finish this thing with the false king, even if I did go back to my family and live out a normal life, where would Ash fit in? I was human; he was an immortal, soulless faery. What kind of future did we have together? I would eventually grow old and die; Ash would live on forever, or at least until the mortal world became too much for him and he simply ceased to exist.

I closed my eyes, my heart aching with the bitter truth. He didn't belong here, in the mortal world. He belonged back in Faery, with the other creatures of myth and nightmares and imagination. Ash was a beautiful, impossible dream: a faery tale. And I, despite my father's blood, was still human.

"Meghan?" His voice was soft, questioning. "What is it?"

Suddenly angry, I cut off my bleak thoughts. No. I would not accept that. This was my story, our our story. I would find a way for us both to live, to be happy. I owed Ash that much. story. I would find a way for us both to live, to be happy. I owed Ash that much.

Something landed on the roof overhead with a hollow thud, and a shower of dust filtered over me. Coughing, I waved my hand in front of my face, squinting in the sudden rain of filth.

"What was that?"

Ash glanced at the roof, eyes narrowing. "Our signal to leave. Here." He tossed something at me over the table. It glimmered briefly as I caught it-the tarnished gold ring from the skeleton's finger. "There's your Token," Ash muttered, and I saw his hand dart into his coat pocket, almost too quick to be seen, before he stepped away from the table. "Let's get out of here."

He pulled the door open, motioning me out. As I ducked through the frame, something dripped onto my shoulder from above, something warm and wet and slimy. I put my hand to my neck, and it came away covered in frothy drool.

Heart in my throat, I looked back and up.

A monstrous shape crouched atop the mausoleum, silhouetted against the moonlit sky, something lean and muscular and decidedly unnatural. Trembling, I gazed up into the burning crimson eyes of an enormous black dog, big as a cow, lips pulled back to reveal fangs as long as dinner knives.

"Ash," I squeaked, backing away. The monster dog's eyes followed me, their burning glare fastened on the hand where I clutched the ring. "Is that-?"

Ash's sword rasped free. "The Grim." The Grim glanced at him and snarled, making the ground tremble, then swung its terrifying gaze back to me. Muscles rippled under its slick coat as it crouched lower, drool hanging in glistening ribbons from its teeth. Ash brandished his sword, speaking to me though he never took his eyes from the Grim. "Meghan, when I say 'go,' run forward, forward, not away from it. Understand?" not away from it. Understand?"

That sounded very much like suicide, but I trusted Ash. "Yeah," I whispered, clenching the ring tighter, feeling the edges dig into my palm. "I'm ready."

The Grim howled, an earsplitting bay that split my head open, making me want to cover my ears and close my eyes. It leaped, and I would've been frozen to the spot if Ash hadn't snapped me out of it by yelling, "Go!" "Go!" Spurred into action, I dove forward, beneath the dog hurtling over my head, and felt the crushing impact as the Grim hit the spot where I had been standing. Spurred into action, I dove forward, beneath the dog hurtling over my head, and felt the crushing impact as the Grim hit the spot where I had been standing.

"Run!" Ash yelled at me. "We have to get off the cemetery grounds, now!"

Behind us, the Grim roared in fury and attacked.

CHAPTER THREE.

MEMORY.

A hail of glittering shards erupted from Ash's direction, pelting the Grim with frozen daggers and stinging bits of ice. They shattered or glanced off the Grim's muscular hide, not injuring the beast, but it was enough to buy us a few seconds' head start. We fled down the aisles, dashing between crypts, ducking around statues of angels and saints, the hot breath of the Grim at our heels. If we had been in the open, the monstrous dog would've run me down and used me as a chew toy in three seconds flat, but the narrow streets and tight corridors slowed it down a bit. We zigzagged our way through the cemetery, staying one step ahead of the Grim, until the white concrete wall that marked the cemetery grounds loomed ahead of us.

Ash reached the barrier first and whirled to help me up, positioning himself as a step stool. Expecting to feel teeth on my back at any moment, I stepped onto his knee and launched myself for the top, clawing and kicking. Ash leaped straight up, like he was attached to wires, and landed on the edge, grabbing my arm.

A deafening howl made my ears ring, and I made the mistake of looking back. The Grim's open maw filled my vision, breath hot and foul in my face, spraying me with drool. Ash yanked me backward just as those jaws snapped inches from my face, and we fell off the wall together, hitting the ground with a jolt that knocked the breath from my lungs.

Gasping, I looked up. The Grim crouched at the top of the wall, glaring at me, fangs bared and shiny in the moonlight. For a moment, I was sure it would leap down and rip us both to pieces. But, with one last snarl, it turned and dropped out of sight, back to the cemetery it was bound to protect.

Ash let out a breath and let his head fall back to the gra.s.s. "I will say this," he panted, his eyes closed and his face turned toward the sky. "Being with you is never boring."

I opened my shaking fist and looked down at the ring still lying in my palm. It glowed with its own inner light, surrounded by an aura of glamour that shimmered with emotion: deep blue sorrow, emerald hope, and scarlet love. Now that I saw it clearly, I felt a stab of remorse and guilt; this was the symbol of a love that had endured for decades, and we had taken it from the grave with barely a second thought.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and stuck the ring in my jeans pocket. Wiping disgusting Grim drool off my face, I glanced down at Ash.

He opened his eyes, and I suddenly realized how close we were. I was practically lying on top of him, our limbs tangled together and our faces inches apart. My heart stuttered a bit, then picked up faster than before. Ever since our exile from Faery and my journey home, we had never been together, been together, really been together. I'd been so preoccupied with what I would say to my family, so anxious to get home, that I hadn't given it much thought. And Ash never went any further than a brief touch or caress, seeming content to let me set the pace. Only I didn't know what he wanted, what he expected. What did we really been together. I'd been so preoccupied with what I would say to my family, so anxious to get home, that I hadn't given it much thought. And Ash never went any further than a brief touch or caress, seeming content to let me set the pace. Only I didn't know what he wanted, what he expected. What did we have, have, exactly? exactly?

"You're worried again." Ash narrowed his eyes, and the nearness of him made me catch my breath. "It seems you're always worried, and I can't do anything to help."

I scowled at him. "You could stop reading my emotions every time I turn around," I said, feigning irritation, when in reality my heart was beating so hard I knew he had to feel it. "If it bothers you so much, you could find something else to focus on."

"Can't help it." He sounded annoyingly cavalier, completely self-a.s.sured and comfortable, lying there on his back. "The more we're connected to our chosen someone, the more we can pick up on what they're feeling. It's instinctive, like breathing."

"You can't hold your breath?"

One corner of his mouth twitched. "I suppose I could block it out, if I tried."

"Uh-huh. But you're not going to, are you?"

"No." Serious again, he reached up and ran his fingers through my hair, and for a moment I forgot to breathe. "I want to know when you're worried, when you're angry or happy or sad. You can probably do the same to me, though I'm slightly better at shielding my emotions. More practice." A shadow crossed his face, a flicker of pain, before it was gone. "Unfortunately, the longer we're together, the harder hiding it will become, for both of us." He shook his head and gave me a wry smile. "One of the hazards of having a faery in love with you."

I kissed him. His arms slid around me and drew me close, and we stayed like that for a while, my hands tangled in his hair, his cool lips on mine. My earlier thoughts in the crypt came back to haunt me, and I shoved them into the darkest corner of my mind. I would not give him up. I would find a way to have a happy ending, for both of us.

For a few seconds, my world shrank down to this tiny spot, with Ash's heartbeat under my fingers, me breathing in his breath. But then he grunted softly and pulled back, his expression caught between amus.e.m.e.nt and caution. "We have an audience," he murmured, and I jerked upright, looking around warily. The night was still and quiet, but a large gray cat sat on the wall with his tail curled around himself, watching us with amused golden eyes.

I leaped up, my face burning. "Grimalkin!" I glared at the cat, who regarded me blandly. "Dammit, Grim! Do you plan these things? How long were you watching us?"

"So nice to see you as well, human." Grimalkin blinked at me, sarcastic, unruffled, and completely infuriating. He glanced at Ash, who'd gotten to his feet with barely a sound, and twitched an ear. "And it is good to know the rumors are entirely true."

Ash wore a blank expression, nonchalantly raking leaves from his hair, but I felt my face heat even more. "Why are you here, Grim?" I demanded. "I don't have any more debts you can collect on. Or did you just get bored?"

The cat yawned and licked a front paw. "Do not flatter yourself, human. Though it is always amusing to watch you flounder about, I am not here for my own entertainment." Grim scrubbed the paw over his face, then carefully cleaned the claws, one by one, before turning to me again. "When Leanansidhe heard why you were banished from the Nevernever, she could not believe it. I told her humans are unreasonable and irrational when it comes to their emotions, but to have the Winter prince exiled as well...she was sure it was a false rumor. Mab's son would never defy his queen and court, to be banished to the mortal world with the half-blood daughter of Oberon." Grimalkin snorted, sounding pleased with himself. "In fact, we made a rather interesting bet on it. She will be terribly annoyed when she hears she has lost."

I glanced at Ash, who was keeping his expression carefully neutral. Grimalkin sneezed, the feline equivalent of a laugh, and continued. "So, naturally, when you disappeared from the Nevernever, Leanansidhe asked me to find you. She wishes to speak to you, human. Now."

My stomach contracted into a tiny knot, as Grimalkin stood and leaped gracefully from the wall, landing in the gra.s.s without a sound. "Follow me," he ordered, his eyes becoming floating golden orbs in the dark. "I will show you the trod to the Between from here. And human, there are rumors of Iron fey hunting you as well, so I suggest we hurry."

I swallowed. "No," I told him, and the orbs blinked in surprise. "I'm not done here. Leanansidhe wants to talk to me? Good, I have some things to talk to her about, as well. But I am not going into her mansion, knowing my dad is right there, right there, and still having no idea who he is. I'm getting my memory back. Until then, she can just wait." and still having no idea who he is. I'm getting my memory back. Until then, she can just wait."

Ash touched the back of my arm, a silent, approving gesture, and Grimalkin stared at me as if I'd grown three heads. "Defying Leanansidhe. I had no idea it was going to be so interesting." He purred, narrowing his eyes. "Very well, human. I will accompany you, if only to see the Exile Queen's face when you tell her the reason she had to wait."

That sounded faintly ominous, but I didn't care. Leanansidhe had a lot to answer for, and I would would get those answers-but first I needed to know what I was asking about. get those answers-but first I needed to know what I was asking about.

THE MUSEUM DOORS WERE still unlocked as I eased my way inside, followed by Ash and a continuously purring Grimalkin, who disappeared as soon as he slipped through the door. He didn't creep away or hide in the shadows; he simply vanished from sight. It didn't surprise me in the least-I was used to it by now. still unlocked as I eased my way inside, followed by Ash and a continuously purring Grimalkin, who disappeared as soon as he slipped through the door. He didn't creep away or hide in the shadows; he simply vanished from sight. It didn't surprise me in the least-I was used to it by now.

A withered figure waited for us near the back, leaning against a gla.s.s counter, turning a skull over in her hands. She bared her needlelike teeth in a smile as I approached, raking her nails along the skull's naked cheekbones.

"You have it," she whispered, her hollow gaze fastened on me. "I can smell it from here. Show it to me, human. What have you brought old Anna?"

I pulled the ring from my pocket and held it up, where it glimmered in the musty darkness like a firefly. The oracle's smile grew wider.

"Ah, yes. The doomed lovers, separated by age and time, and the hope that kept them alive. Futile though it was, in the end." She coughed a laugh, a wisp of dust billowing from her mouth into the air. "Went to the graveyard, did you? How brazen. No wonder I kept seeing a dog in your future. You did not, by chance, get the mate of this ring, did you?"

"Um...no."

"Ah, well." She held out a withered hand, like a bird opening its talons. "I guess I shall have to be content with the one. Now, Meghan Chase, give me the Token."

"You promised," I reminded her, taking one step forward. "The Token for my memory. I want it all back."

"Of course, child." The oracle seemed annoyed. "I will relinquish the memory of your father-the memory you freely gave up, may I add-in exchange for the Token. As our bargain dictates, so shall it be done." She flexed her claws impatiently. "Now, please. Hand it over."

I hesitated a moment more, then dropped the ring into her palm.

Her fingers closed with such speed that I took a step back. The oracle sighed, holding the ring to her sunken chest. "Such longing," she mused, as if in a daze. "Such emotion. I remember. Before I gave them all away. I remember how it felt to feel. feel." She sniffed, coming out of her trance, and floated back, behind the counter, her voice suddenly brittle and sour. "I don't see how you mortals do it, these feelings you must endure. They will ruin you, in the end. Isn't that right, prince?"

I started, but Ash didn't seem surprised. "It's worth it," he said quietly.

"Yes, you tell yourself that now." The oracle slipped the ring over a talon and held up her hand, admiring it. "But see how you feel a few decades from now, when the girl has grown withered and weak, slipping farther from you with each pa.s.sing day, and you are as ageless as time. Or, perhaps-" she turned to me now "-your beloved prince will find the mortal realm is too much for him to stay, to be, be, and he will fade into nothingness. One day, you will wake up and he will simply be gone, only a memory, and you will never find love again, because how can a mere mortal compete with the fair folk?" The oracle hissed, lips curled into a sneer. "Then you will wish you were empty inside. Like me." and he will fade into nothingness. One day, you will wake up and he will simply be gone, only a memory, and you will never find love again, because how can a mere mortal compete with the fair folk?" The oracle hissed, lips curled into a sneer. "Then you will wish you were empty inside. Like me."

Ash remained calm, expressionless, but I felt a stab of fear twist my stomach. "Is this...what you see?" I whispered, a band tightening around my heart. "Our future?"

"Flashes," the oracle said, waving her hand dismissively. "The far-future is a constantly changing wave, always in motion, never certain. The story changes with every breath. Every decision we make sends it down another path. But..." She narrowed her hollow eyes at me. "There is one constant in your future, child, and that is pain. Pain and emptiness, for your friends, the ones you hold dearest to your heart, are nowhere to be seen."

The band around my chest squeezed tight. The oracle smiled, a bitter, empty smile, and broke eye contact. "But perhaps you will change all that," she mused, gesturing to something I couldn't see behind the counter. "Perhaps you will find a happy ending to this tale, one that I have not seen. After all-" she held up a long finger, where the ring glimmered brightly against the gloom "-without hope, where would we be now?" She cackled and held out her hand.

A small gla.s.s globe floated up from behind the counter, hovering in the air before it came to rest in the oracle's palm. Her nails curled over it, and she beckoned to me with her other hand.

"Here is what you seek," she rasped, dropping the globe into my hand. I blinked in surprise. The gla.s.s felt as light and delicate as a bubble resting in my palm, as if I could crush it just by flexing my fingers. "When you are ready, simply shatter the globe, and your memory will be released.

"Now," she continued, drawing back, "I believe that is everything you need, Meghan Chase. When I see you again, no matter what you choose, you will not be the same."

"What do you mean by that?"

The oracle smiled. A breath of wind stirred the room, and she dissolved into a swirling cyclone of dust, sweeping through the air and stinging my eyes and throat. Coughing, I turned away, and when I was able to look up again, she was gone.

Trembling, I looked down at the globe in my hand. In the flickering faery light, I could see faint outlines in the reflective surface, images sliding across the gla.s.s. Reflections of things not there.

"Well?" came Grimalkin's voice, as the cat appeared on another counter amid several jars containing dead snakes in amber liquid. "Are you going to smash it or not?"

"Are you sure it'll come back to me?" I asked, watching a man's face slide across the gla.s.s, followed by a girl on a bike. More images rippled like mirages, too brief and distorted to recognize. "The oracle just told me they'd be released-she didn't specifically say that they would come back. If I break this now, my memory won't dissolve into thin air, or get soaked up by some hidden faery memory-soaker, will it?"

Grimalkin sneezed, echoing Ash's quiet chuckle in the corner. "You've been around us too long," Ash murmured, and I thought I heard a trace of sadness in his voice. I didn't know if he meant I was being too suspicious, looking for loopholes in a faery bargain, or that he thought that was exactly what I should be doing.