Interesting, he said. I hadnt realized how much magic resides within the werewolves. That magic produces their condition, yes, that I understood. That they themselves could produce and use magic . . . that I didnt know.

I gave him a faint smile. Every day brings something new, I said.

His smile was a fraction wider than mine had been, and his eyes were warm. Not if you have seen as many every days as I have, he murmured. Then he cleared his throat, and said, You went to Underhill to retrieve a gift for my people.

Aiden held out the key, which looked like nothing so much as a nail that someone had gotten creative with. Its consequence was not added to by the dirt on Aidens hand. I glanced down at my handsthey were dirty, too, and bloodstained.

Unprepossessing sight as the key made, Goreu and Beauclaire both focused on it intently.

Oh yes, said Beauclaire. This, this is very good.

Goreu smiled at Aiden. Good choice, he said. But lets not tell anyone it was a choice, shall we?

It was the only one I could find, Aiden said, his voice ringing with truth. He didnt say what exactly the one referred to. Thats the secret of dealing with people who can tell if you lie.

Excellent, said Goreu. He looked at me, then glanced over my shoulder, where Adam was just finishing dressing. Our bargain is made, and you have fulfilled all that you promised to try. None shall gainsay.

It is done, said Beauclaire, and magic surged, spread, and flowed outward.

It was done before, I pointed out. When we signed the agreement.

Beauclaire nodded. Yes. But that you were successful in your endeavor gave additional power to the bargain. Not only have we promised to maintain neutrality in the Tri-Cities but the bargain will itself enforce the neutrality on any fae in your territory. He smiled. As defined in our contract.

I have a further bargain to propose, said Adam. He came up behind me and rested his hand on my shoulder.

Oh? Goreu examined my husbands face warily.

I think youll be happy with it, Adam said, a smile in his voice. I glanced over my shoulder and saw his dimple.

Underhill, Adam said, has requested that Aiden visit her now and then. She misses him. For him to do that, you have to guarantee him safe passage from my territory, through yours, and through a door to Underhill.

I watched the understanding spread across both Gray Lords faces, but it was Goreu who said, A very interesting bargain you propose. We shall have to discuss it.

Underhill would be obliged if you agree. Aiden said aloud what everyone was thinking. If youd like, I could put in a good word for those who have dealt true with me and my friends.

Aiden has had a very long time to learn how best to deal with Underhill, I told them.

14

It was Pirate night at our house, and I had, once again, died an ignominious death. So Id left the vicious cutthroats to their play and gone upstairs to make brownies with the orange oil Id bought from Izzys mom. She was right, they tasted better with the oil than with the extract Id used before.

Id buried the walking stick in one of the garden beds near the back door, with Aiden, Jesse, and Adam as witnesses. It seemed like a good resting place for an old object of power, a safe place where pretty things grew. I planted lavender on top of it because I like lavender. Once we replaced the plywood with windows again, Id be able to see the lavender from the kitchen window when I was doing dishes.

The Tri-Cities was a neutral territoryand none of us really knew what that meant yet. I knew what the fae wanted it to mean, I knew what the pack needed it to meanbut no one knew exactly how it was going to work. Uncle Mikes was open for business againbut this time it was open to humans and others alike. The local police stations had asked to meet with Adam to discuss what being under the protection of the pack really meantand what they could expect from the fae. So had the Feds. Adam had made appointments to meet with the police. He was letting the Feds stew. He was still mad about the tracking device on the SUV.

I couldnt control the Feds, the fae, or the future, but I could bake brownies. I dipped a spoon into the last of the dough and took a bite.

Yes, still good.

What are you cooking? asked Aiden, coming up from the basement where hed been playing computer games. He had only set the house on fire once since wed returned from Underhill. Hed told me that Underhill promised she could help him stop lighting fires in his sleep. He planned on going for a visit next week to see what she could do.

Brownies, I said.

He flinched.

Jesse, whod come up behind him, laughed. Not that kind of brownie, dummy. Its a cross between a cookie and a cake. Youll like it. She sniffed. Smells good.

Here, I said, handing them two plates filled with frosted brownies. When I make brownies on Pirate night, I bake four pans to ensure that there is some left for me. Take these downstairs.

Brownies in hand, they disappeared downstairs without another word. I frosted the batch Id just pulled out. Technically speaking, I should have let them cool all the way. But if I frosted them while they were still warm, the frosting soaked deliciously into the brownies. It didnt look as pretty, but it tasted marvelous. I was smoothing out the frosting when I heard Adams footsteps behind me.