Goodfellow shot him a sideways glance, wary and expectant. “What now?”

He sighed, raked a hand through his hair. “I have something to do,” he murmured. “A promise to keep. I might not be back for a long time.”

“Huh.” Goodfellow scratched his head, and grinned. “Sounds like fun. Where are we going?”

Now it was his turn to eye the other fey. “I don’t recall inviting you.”

“Too bad, ice-boy.” Infuriating as always, Goodfellow leaned back and smirked at him. “I’ve had enough of war and killing for a while. Tormenting you is so much more fun. Besides…” Goodfellow sighed and looked back to the nowempty steps. “I want her to be happy, and she’s most happy with you. Maybe this will make up for…past mistakes.” He shook his head and returned to his normal idiocy. “So, either you say, ‘sure, I’d love to have you along,’ or you have a big bird dropping things on your head the whole trip.”

He sighed, defeated. Perhaps it was best for Goodfellow to trail along. He was a competent fighter after all. And they had been…friends…once. Though this journey would change nothing. “Fine,” he muttered. “Just stay out of my way.”

The Summer faery grinned, rubbing his hands together, looking gleeful. He felt a brief moment of trepidation, inviting Puck along. Most likely, they would try to kill each other before the trip was through. “So, where are we going?”

Goodfellow asked. “I assume you have some sort of plan for this adventure.”

An adventure. He didn’t think of it that way, but it didn’t matter. I don’t care what it’s called. I just want to be with her at the end. I’m not giving up. Meghan, I’ll be with you soon. Please, wait for me.

“Hey, ice-boy. Did you hear me? Where are we going? What are we doing?”

“I heard you,” he murmured, and turned away, beginning to walk into the trees. “And yes, I have a plan.”

“Really. Do enlighten me.”

“First, we’re going to find a certain cat.”