Rory stood before the tall mirror in their chambers, tugging the red-and-green sash across his chest, fingers fumbling a little with the rich fabric. It felt surreal to be back in Arcum, in the familiar stone-walled room, as if everything in the fae kingdom had been a fever dream. The last couple days blurred in his mind, ending earlier this morning with the fae portal’s shimmering pull, the sickening lurch of travel, and then, finally stepping out to a rush of cool human air and the sudden, ove