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flopped onto the living room couch with the TV on to wait out the last few minutes.
    “I’m going out,” I announced when the clock finally hit five-thirty. Bouncing upright, I turned off the screen, not even remembering what I’d been watching. Mom wasn’t in the room, and I raised my voice to shout down the hall. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t wait up for me.”
    “Ethan,” Mom called as I snatched my jacket from the back of the couch and headed for the door. Her face was suspicious as she came out of the kitchen, eyeing my clothes and the keys in my hand. “It’s not karate night, and hospital visiting hours are long past. Where are you going?”
    I stifled a sigh. “I have a date,” I said simply.
    Mom’s eyebrows shot up. “A date?” she repeated, like she couldn’t quite believe it.
    “Yeah. With a real girl and everything.”
    I expected her to ask where we were going or to at least warn me to be careful. But unexpectedly, a smile broke across her face, almost like she was...relieved. Relieved that I was acting like a normal teen, maybe. Or that—and I cringed at this thought—I was finally “making friends.” Whatever the reason, it was nice to see her happy with me for once, even though this wasn’t quite as normal as she thought.
    “Where did you meet her?” Mom asked excitedly, and I stifled a groan. “At your new school? Do you have classes together? What’s her name?”
    “Mom, I’m going to be late,” I said, backing away. “I’m picking her up now. Back before eleven.”
    “Ethan.”
    Impatient, I turned in the door frame. Now what?
    Mom still wore that faint, relieved smile. “Midnight,” she said, shocking me. “Curfew is at midnight.”
    I blinked, astonished, but I wasn’t going to question it. With a quick smile, I nodded and let the screen slam shut behind me.
    Tonight was going to be normal, I told myself as I hopped into my truck. A normal evening with my girlfriend, no weirdness or craziness allowed. However, as I was pulling out of the driveway, I caught a hint of movement in my side-view mirror, a shadow moving through the trees behind my house. The silhouette of a tall, impossibly thin man paused in the space between trunks, glowing eyes fastened on me.
    I stopped the truck, turning back to look, but there was nothing there anymore.
    I muttered a curse. This was nothing new. I’d been seeing things move my whole life: silhouettes in the trees, shadows from the corners of my eyes, brief glimpses of things in mirrors, doorways and reflections. That was the world of the fey, and you either got used to it or you became a neurotic freak. I just wished they’d stop hanging around my house despite all the anti-fey charms I’d placed inside and around the property. And I really wished they would quit popping up at the worst possible times.
    Whatever. I wasn’t going to worry about the fey tonight. They couldn’t get into the house, Mom wasn’t going anywhere, and Dad wouldn’t be home from work until early morning. Tonight, I had a date with Mackenzie St. James, and I wasn’t going to miss it. The damned fey could just go bother someone else for once.
    Putting my truck into Drive, I shoved all thoughts of invisible pests from my mind and roared off down the street.
    * * *
    I cruised through an older, well-kept neighborhood, massive trees towering over either side of the road, until I found the right address.
    “Are you kidding me?” I stared up the circular driveway, past the glowing fountain shooting plumes of water into the air, to the huge mansion at the top of the steps. I didn’t know much about houses, but this thing looked like a Victorian-era castle, with stone columns and a round turret soaring above a perfectly landscaped yard. “Yeah, that’s not intimidating at all.”
    I felt weird parking my old truck behind the silver Audi in the driveway, and even more uncomfortable walking up the lighted path to the double doors looming at the top of