Faryn awoke not knowing where she was.

Though the overhead lights were off, it wasn't completely dark. To her left, a faint alarm rang, and water was running somewhere. The bed beside her was made without the slightest wrinkle, and the bed she laid on was not her own, the mattress firmer, the comforter softer.

Images of her cousin attacking her flashed through her mind's eye. A dream. It had to have been a dream. There were other images too. Of Aurelius visiting her. Being told Nick was missing.

Her eyes widened.

Nick.

As reality crashed down over her like a bucket filled with ice chunks, she shut off the alarm.

She wouldn't occupy her bed in Oxford for a long time. She had no memories of ever sleeping in another bed until now.

Sitting up, she rubbed her face before pulling her knees to her chest, struggling to keep her eyes open. Two hours weren't nearly enough.

From the bathroom, the shower clicked off, and the sounds of water trickled way. A few minutes later the bathroom door unlatched, and Cassian stepped out. He flicked a switch, and the two crystal lamps between their beds turned on. He wore different clothes: gray jeans and a long sleeve button up, and when his scent hit her, it didn't immediately smell unpleasant: aftershave masking his underlying scent. He walked past her bed, stopping at one of the chairs where a white cardstock bag sat. He handed it to her without a word. She threw him a questioning look before reaching into it.

Inside, was a tight long-sleeved gray dress, a different shade than his pants. There was a possibility it could reach her knees, but it had been about fifty degrees in Fahrenheit earlier when they had walked through the city, and at that time the sun was still out. Almost any other Acurial, would freeze in this dress, and though the temperature would hardly bother her, she didn't want others to know that.

Or maybe she'd get lucky and there would be those who chose to brace the cold in the name of wearing their favorite dress and she'd blend right in.

"It should be about your size. You'll have to make it work."

"Where did this come from?"

He pointed at a pamphlet on the table. "It's a catalog for their store." Her eyebrows rose. The clothes must have been expensive then. "The hotel sent them up."

She slipped her hand under the pillow where she left her dagger so Cassian wouldn't take it while she slept. He was surely waiting for an opportunity to do so.

"I'm going to shower and then we can go."

She locked herself in the bathroom before he could make a comment about her smell and set the dagger on top of her bag, which she placed on the counter, before peeling off her clothes. The shallow cut Jack gave her with his icicle was an angry red line on her arm. She'd cleaned off the blood in the airport bathroom the best she could, which wasn't much. Her hair was still only black. The magic in it hadn't decided to be a prick yet but it was only a matter of time. When the white did appear, she wouldn't be able to stand the sight of it, not after the reception she received from her cousin with whom she shared the color.

After Faryn showered and tugged on the bodycon dress, she converted the holster of her dagger to wrap around her thigh. The shape of the dagger was visible underneath her dress, but It wasn't uncommon for Acurials to be armed. Especially when it came to Fae and Elves.

If Faryn hadn't been as tired as she was, she probably wouldn't have managed to fall asleep alone in the same room as Cassian.

When she exited the bathroom, she reached for her boots and grimaced. They were meant for the snow not form-fitting dresses. She put them on anyway and faced Cassian.

"They look awkward."

"Thank you for the critique of my appearance." She dug through her bag for her coin purse. "I don't suppose you had shoes sent up that were my exact size." She froze; the dress did end up being her size. Cassian would have had to study her body in some manner to have guessed what size to send for.

"One of the stores downstairs will have something."

"Do you just have a bottomless coin purse?"

He shrugged pulling at the hem of his shirt that he'd left untucked. "I'm the son of the Tooth Fairy. I might not have much on me, but I think you'll find we have different definitions of what not much means." With that he walked out the door and ignored the "Asshole" Faryn threw his away.

She found her coin purse and slid the strap around her wrist. When he'd pointed out that he was the Tooth Fairy's son just now, she had wanted nothing more than to say she was Mrs. Claus's daughter, to claim the title that had always been tainted.

She shook her head. That thought was ridiculous and dangerous. More now than ever.

Cassian was waiting for her at the elevators when she approached. Seeing her, he pressed the button to call for the lift, and as they stood in front of the doors, their reflection stared back at them, distorted and unclear, but the reflection showed her what she already knew, that they matched. She couldn't imagine he had done it on purpose, so either the store was very limited on options or gray was his favorite color and it was unintentional.

The doors parted to reveal an empty chamber, and they stepped inside, the doors trapping them in the enclosed space.

"How was your nap?"

She clasped her hands together and stared at the numbers on the wall. "Well needed."

"How did you know the Winter Court was coming for you?"

She hesitated. She couldn't say Aurelius told her. That would be throwing him under the sleigh. "I saw the video. I knew it wouldn't be long before they came."
He nodded like he bought it as the elevator doors opened on the lobby.

It didn't take long to find a store that offered shoes. There weren't many options, and she ended up going for a long pair of gray boots that came to her knees. They only had a slight heel, but she would be able to run in them. Flats would fly off her feet and stilettos would stick in the cracks of the cobblestone streets.

She bit her tongue at the cost but paid and arranged for her old boots to be delivered to her room. She didn't know when she'd need to be somewhat dressy again, but she wouldn't be surprised if she did. Breaking these shoes in was not going to be fun.

Cassian waited at the front of the store and as they walked out of the hotel, he told her to stay close.

"How will you ever survive my smell?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'll manage."

They turned onto the street that ran along the front of the hotel. Cassian probably wanted to go deep into the city, into the seedy bits that a fugitive would be safest in. Had he ventured into those parts on his previous visits to the city? It was hard to picture the proud Fata among criminals and lowlifes. Though maybe if he was the drunk Cassian she had pictured, he'd be willing for a dangerous adventure.

"Are Fae immune to Huldra?"

His brows pinched, and he titled his head. "I've never met one. I'm not sure I'd be able to overlook her smell."

"I doubt it would be that bad. She would be a Huldra after all."

"She'd still be an Elf."

Lights twinkled and glowed from the buildings around her. Tables outside of restaurants were full. So many of the Acurials she saw had pointed ears. Their scents told her whether they were Fae or Elven when the Fairies among the Fae did not have their wings out and made it harder to distinguish the two species.

"Are you going to let out your wings?" She'd never seen a Fata's wings in person.

He shook his head. "They get in the way."

After a few more minutes of walking and of smelling the most intoxicating food, Faryn asked, "So what's the plan exactly? Are we going to find a seedy restaurant or is food not on the table?"

"How well do you hold your liquor?"

"I'm no Clurichaun, but I'm still an Elf. Though if I'm hungry and drinking, I'll be a shameful sight."

Cassian crossed the street without a word and got in a short line for a food stand. She checked for any cars and crossed the road and joined him.

"Do you eat cheeseburgers?"

"Love them."

He ordered two, one for her and one for him. When the man behind the counter handed them their burgers, Faryn pealed back the aluminum wrapper and took a bite. She clamped down on the moan that rose in her throat. She wasn't one to usually have her eyes roll back in bliss when she ate but nothing she'd ate since Christmas Eve had tasted remotely satisfying.

They both ate as they walked. The moment was surreal. She was used to walking around Oxford at night, dressed up after going to a piano bar or a rooftop club, and eating a greasy burger from a food truck. But here she was flipping the night around by eating her hangover food first, and not with her friends, but with a Fata who wished he hadn't even made her acquaintance. Oh and who thought she murdered Nick Claus. She was surrounded by Acurials—not Humans—

who would care who she was. Humans would never believe her heritage. They simply thought she was one of them as long as they didn't see her ears.

After a few twists and turns and Faryn had thrown out her trash, they were on a street that was exclusively bars. All of them were designed with ancient Greek architecture in mind. Some were temple-esque, and others had stoas where Acurials stood, chatting and drinking.

The night was still young. She had no idea what to expect of New Corinth after midnight.

"Where do you want to start?" he asked her.

She blinked. "You're asking me?" Cassian had struck her as the type of Acurial who just did what he wanted and didn't care if anyone else joined him.

"This is about you. Remember?"

She shot him a glare before scanning the bars. It wasn't like she was going to get a feeling that drew her to one, but the bar to her left was dark, the lighting very dim. If they were looking for the sketchy hangouts, one that made it hard to see was a good place to start.

Taking a page from Cassian's book, Faryn headed for the bar without a word, making him follow her for once. She climbed two gray steps, columns towering on either side of her. Cassian's presence brushed up alongside her as they entered the bar. There were Acurials seated at high tables to the right and in booths in the back.

The Fata and Elf went up to the bar where a Nymph tended it. Nymphs were a type of Elf, and it was obvious she was happier to serve Faryn her drink than Cassian his. Faryn, needing a break from her new boots sat down, while Cassian remained standing.

Every so often as Faryn sipped on rum and cola, she'd catch words and names like Winter Court, Claus, Nick, Peter Ton, Krampus. She didn't hear her name mentioned.

The Acurial man beside her was talking to the Nymph about his own life and his day.

Faryn tried to hone her hearing onto the conversations about Nick. Her Elven ears gave her slightly better hearing, but she was still only half Elf. Her hearing wasn't as strong as it could be.

Someone in the back of the bar said they thought Peter was behind the disappearance. Peter Ton was all the way in Nebraska. It was of course possible he had traveled to Oxford, but Peter had no reason to suspect Nick would be there on Christmas. No one could have predicted his location, which was why she was the prime suspect.

There'd been nothing on her mother. Was she considered a suspect or were Acurials worried she'd be a future victim?

Cassian finished off his drink and nudged his crystal cup against hers. "You ready to move on?"

She glanced around the bar one last time. "Yeah, let's go."

Cassian chose the next one, making a comment about how he'd been there before. They walked through its stoa and through a small antechamber before they stepped into a courtyard. The bar was shaped in a square in the center of it, and wooden tables and Acurials were on the edges of the space. While there was a large group gathered in one of the back corners, the rest of the Acurials were spread out. Vines crept up columns and walls, and fire burned in oil lamps. It was if she'd stepped into Dionysus's vineyard.

As before, they started by walking up to the bar, and Faryn ordered first, going with a red wine. Leaning against the bar, she was careful to avoid any wet spots with her sleeves as Cassian ordered his drink. All sorts of conversations teased at her ears but nothing about Nick. She didn't care what strangers' plans for the night were or what drinks had been tried before. Though apparently the grape cocktail was a must.

She traced her fingers over her eyebrows, really digging in, and grateful she didn't have makeup on to smear. It was weird not wearing it, but her makeup wasn't worth the limited space her bag held.

Something brushed against her leg between the tops of her boots and the bottom of her dress. Fur, soft and long like a dog's. She stiffened. A cold snout pressed into her legs, and a huff of warm air hit her skin.

"Cassian," she hissed.

His nostrils flared and they both glanced down at the same time.

A black wolf weaved between their legs before squeezing between Faryn and the bar. It nudged its head against her leg, and she took a step back. It did the same to Cassian, weaving around them as it forced them to walk to the back corner of the bar. There was a sharp whistle, and the wolf continued to herd them to the large group in the back who studied her and Cassian, either expressionless or with interest. There was no in between. A man with long blond hair and blue eyes whistled again, and the wolf withdrew to him, settling down beside a sheep that was napping at the man's feet.

An immense sense of dread filled her at the sight of the two animals. There was only one Acurial they'd belong to. She met the man's blue eyes and fear prickled along her neck. He looked ageless. Nothing about him gave away his age. Jasy Jatere, a Spiranni from Paraguay. "Good, Luison," he said, petting the wolf on its head. His sheep was named Ao Ao.

Jasy Jatere was not only a member of the Spirit Court. He was on the dark side of it. Beside him Cipriano, another Spiranni, known as the Headless Horseman, sipped from a mug of ale. Drops of it ran down his face, catching in his black scruff. His dark hair hung above his shoulders, and his eyes were a glowing blue, so light they were almost white. He had such a pretty face that it was discomforting to know he could shift into a second form where he would not possess the head to which that face was attached.

Seated on two of the bar stools were the Light and the Dark Sides of the Moon, the leaders of the Spirit Court. Light led the good side and Dark the evil. Light stared at Faryn with her silver eyes. Those were one of the features that made her the Light Side of the Moon. The two titles were always held by Laihrs. Light would be born with silver eyes and white hair. Dark would be born with black hair and eyes.

Sometimes the two had been like sisters, others had been lovers, and then there were the times when they had just been enemies. Faryn didn't know what these two were.

Light's silver eyes were almost metallic in the firelight, and her white ringlet curls hung freely around her face, her skin the color of light ochre brown.

"You two have caused quite the stir." Kaede, Queen of the Kitsune smiled at them, her black hair pulled into a half up style. Nine gold fox tails hung off the back of her stool. There was more than one type of Fox Thorine. The ones a part of the Spirit Court were the Kitsune, the Huxian, and the Gumiho. Da-Xia, the Huxian's queen was not present in the group nor was the Gumiho's queen.

"You know me?" Cassian shifted toward Faryn.

"Of course," Kaede said. "Even if you weren't Flozzie's son, we'd know you from the video."

"Video?"

Endri, the last member of the group, slid his phone across the table. Cassian took the phone of the latest Morpheus, and Faryn leaned over Cassian's arm. The video showed Cassian attacking Jack and Befana and snatching up Faryn. It was shot from above. It must have come from a window in one of the buildings along that side street they'd been on.

He sat the phone on the table with a thud. "Jack was trying to kill her."

"And?" Dark asked, running a pale white hand through her hair. "This is Winter's business."

Jasy stood from the bench, and the sheep and wolf got up as well, hugging his legs. "Please sit."

"We'd prefer to stand," Cassian said.

Jasy pursed his lips and let out a soft whisper. It was like a rope had wrapped around Faryn. Her feet started moving toward the Spiranni, Cassian right behind her. Against her will, she sat down next to Cipriano, and Cassian slid in beside her. When Jasy retook his seat, he closed them in between two dark Spirit Court members.

Titania, the Dark Side of the Moon, rested her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. "How is it being so close to a Fairy?" She grinned at Faryn.

Cipriano's arm pressed against hers. She'd already scooted as close as she could to Cassian to avoid the Headless Horseman.

"It's tolerable."

"Why did you try to help?" Adrastea, the Light Side of the Moon, fixed her eyes on Cassian.

"I said," he ground out, "that Frost was trying to kill her."

"But that doesn't answer why you cared to get involved."

Titania crossed her legs. "Maybe you thought you would apprehend the main suspect so your mother could hand her over to clear her name? Dead might even be better for you. She can't convince Winter she's innocent if she can't speak."

Cipriano breathed deeply, his arm sliding against Faryn's, and he angled himself toward her. "We have a theory." His voice was deep, and a twinge sensual, which seemed wrong on someone who went around without a head. Could he even speak when he was in his other form? "That the young Fata here swept in, became your savior, knowing he would gain your trust. Maybe even befriend you. All of it to make you easier to kill. After all, who's going to defend Clora's bastard if she's dead and everyone is so eager to blame her?" He dipped his head toward Faryn's ear, and his breath was as cold as the dead when he spoke, "That is what Fae do to your kind, is it not?" Despite his words being whispered, Faryn felt Cassian stiffen against her arm.

The Horseman's words struck some instinct in her, something primal about her Elven side that was stronger than a normal Alkine's fight or flight response. It was something she'd always in some small manner feared of her Fae friends, no matter how much she had tried to disregard it as foolish worry. Over the centuries Fae had befriended Elves, getting them to slowly lower their guard, until the Elf trusted the Fae. Then the Fae would strike, and the Elf would be dead, while the Fae got some sort of sick pleasure out of it.

Elves, though, had done the same thing to Fae over the many years of their strife.

Kaede's ancient dark brown eyes flicked to Faryn's wine. Based on her nine tails and their golden color, she was at least nine centuries old. "I wouldn't drink anymore tonight," the Kitsune said.

Faryn's throat went dry. She didn't trust Cassian's intentions, but weren't they in this together for the time being? Didn't he need her alive to clear his own name? Was the man sitting beside her toying with her like a wolf with its prey?

Faryn did her best to ignore the actual wolf at the table.

Cassian's hands tightened around his glass. "My mother has nothing to do with Nick's disappearance. It wasn't my intention to save Faryn. I merely stepped in to keep Jack from killing her before she could stand trial."

Although they were outside, Faryn felt claustrophobic, closed in between such an infamous member of the Spirit Court and the male that was currently being accused of plotting her murder. "Do you mean to turn us into Winter?"

Titania and Adrastea shared a look. "No," Adrastea said. "We don't wish to get involved in the business of other Courts."

"Then will you offer us sanctuary in Darhafium?"

Adrastea laid a hand on her counterpart's arm.

Titania dragged a finger along her own lips, eyes on Faryn. "As Adrastea said, we don't wish to bring down the wrath of other Courts on us. We will not alert anyone, but we can't offer you our help."

"There are worse places to hide than New Corinth." Jasy stroked a spindly hand over Ao Ao's gray wooly head. "Stay in the city while you can."

"But lose the handsome Fata," Kaede purred, giving away her animal side. She'd never seen a Kitsune before. They were mainly found in Japan or in Darhafium, and as far as she knew, none currently resided in England. If they were in their fox forms, would she be able to feel the power radiating from them? "There are many dark alleys in Corinth and not many Acurials who will come running at the sound of a cry." She sipped an amber liquid. "I hope you know we mean well when we say you don't stand a chance against him. Magic is an unfair advantage." And Faryn was born lacking.

"Noted." She still gripped her glass. She wouldn't set it down, wouldn't let them know they had gotten in her head. They were bored members of a Court, two of whom were immortal and must suffer from the dreariness of that plight. The Spirit Court was known for trickery and deceit. It was as easy to imagine they were telling the truth that Cassian was going to murder her as it was to believe they were trying to create friction between them. "May we leave?"

Endri ran a pale hand over his thick scruff. "You wish to leave after everything we've told you?"

The side of her dagger pressed into Cipriano's leg. "Unless you can tell us for certain who took Claus, I'm still being hunted by Winter. I don't have time for hypothetical conversations."

Titania's smile was wicked. "I do hope you are innocent, Faryn. It would be a shame for such a spark to be caged too early."

*****

Faryn wrapped her arms around herself when she and Cassian stepped outside, not from the cold—no, she hardly noticed that—but because it felt like her thoughts were shattering as she herself was ripping apart. If she could just hold herself tight enough, maybe she could stay together. How had her life gone from the simplistic intricacy of Oxford to being wanted by the legends of her world? Had she done something wrong besides being born? It wasn't as if she could control that nor would she ever apologize for it.

She was Faryn. Just Faryn, and she belonged to only herself even if everyone chose to associate her with her mother. But Faryn didn't have a normal relationship with Clora; it was more like having an aunt who only showed up once a year for the holidays. At least, she assumed, that's what it must be like. Her mother had never told her if her father had sisters. She'd never even heard his name.

If she'd been born with her mother's ears, would Clora have claimed she was Nick's daughter? What would her life have been like then? Would she have been able to live a lie?

As the two walked down the bar-lined street, Cassian stole a quick glance at her. He hadn't even bothered to deny that his plan was to kill her, and now she had to share a hotel room with him because there was no way he was letting her get her own. Whatever his plans were, he needed her, and all Faryn had was her dagger that reminded her too much of an ancestry that wanted her dead and too few moves to defend herself. Her school had trained them to spar. Sword fighting was a must in a school with Fae and Elves—not that any of them had ever harmed each other, and knowing what most Acurials thought of her, Faryn had taken a few self-defense classes around Oxford.

But at the end of the day, her only defense against magic were her wits and quick decision making.

"Do you want to head back?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm liking having so many people around."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know." She swallowed hard, the wine still coating her tongue.

"Don't tell me you're going to let a couple of immortals with nothing better to do mess with your head."

She stopped, facing him. "Then why haven't you even bothered to deny it?"

"Nothing was said that had any worth."

"How do you expect me not to wonder if—"

"I'm not a murderer. Is that what you want to know?"

Faryn blinked and couldn't stop her laugh. "Isn't that what you think of me?"

They stared at each other. The light of a streetlamp hit his skin, revealing a glimmer of blue.

Finally, he sighed. "For what it's worth, my mother had nothing to do with Nick. They're friends. They just don't like to let the world know that. I need you alive, Faryn. I have to find him to clear my own name now."

Weighing his words, she bit her lip before glancing around them. "I'm not sure we're going to find out anything else tonight. I don't trust Jasy not to send his wolf after us." Now that it had their scents.

It was best to turn in, even if that meant sharing a room with a Fata.

*****

Underneath the blankets, Faryn watched Cassian's back in the bed across from her. He laid on top of the covers, and she wasn't convinced he was actually asleep. Her hand was tucked under the pillow beside her head, her fingers clutching the dagger. If he was going to kill her, he could have done so when she napped earlier. If he was planning to kill her in the very Fae like way of befriending her first, well they still had a long way to go until he'd be satisfied that his betrayal would hurt her just as much as the manner in which he chose to kill her.

She wasn't convinced that he needed her alive.

Still, her eyes drifted shut, and she was pulled into a dream of Headless Horse Men riding over hills of sand where the Lord of Dreams watched her.

*****

When Faryn next opened her eyes, Cassian was gone, his bed still as undisturbed as it had been when she'd seen him lying on it. The room was cast in a bluish gray light, and no artificial light nor noise came from the bathroom. She got out of bed, dagger in hand.

She peeled back the curtain to the balcony and found Cassian seated in a chair, his head titled to the side, eyes closed. His chest rose and fell deeply underneath his shirt from last night. He has to be freezing. Was her Elven scent really too much for him?

Let him turn into an ice cube.

She let the curtain swing back in place and returned to bed.

*****

Cassian was asleep in his bed when she woke again. This time under the covers.

She showered and changed, putting her old pair of boots on. Her feet ached from last night but thankfully no blisters had emerged. Cassian was still dead to the world, and she eased out the door to grab some breakfast.

The lobby was fairly empty, but she kept her head down as she ordered a croissant and coffee. Should she get one for Cassian? The coffee would be cold by the time he woke up, and she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be that nice.

In one of the stores, she found a beanie the color of a dark evergreen tree and purchased it. Even though it wouldn't disguise her face, it would hide her ears and that brought some comfort. From what she'd gathered, she wasn't wanted by all Courts or the various manners of law enforcement Acurials had, only those controlled by Winter Court. She just needed to stay out of their cities or the cities of those who were friends with Nick. Though once Aurelius returned to Sleet City, he might provide the best shelter despite his home being in a Winter Court city. It would be too much of a risk to seek out Gryla and Leppaludi.

Faryn finished off her coffee and bread before returning upstairs. She was about to insert the key into the lock when the door flew open, and Cassian barreled into her. They slammed into the door across from theirs with a loud thud that shook the walls.

Cassian's arms pinned her, and his nostrils flared, taking in her scent. "You left."

Faryn's fingers strained toward the hilt of her dagger. "Despite popular opinion, I'm not your prisoner." A lie. "We're in this together, Fata."

He kept his arms straight and stiff, leaving space between their chests. Were he to bend his arms, that would change. His scent overwhelmed her, that icy cold burning her nose. His eyes narrowed. If he wanted to be beastly so could she.

She growled.

"I woke and you were gone. What was I supposed to think?"

"I thought I'd give your nose a break. And maybe before jumping to the worst possible conclusion, you could assume something normal, like maybe I was hungry after a night of drinking. Even if I tried to run, you wouldn't let me get far." Not when he had her scent just like Jasy's wolf. "I'm not looking for your wrath. I have enough from the rest of the world."

Suddenly, the door behind her was gone, and Faryn was falling, Cassian with her. Her back slammed into the hard ground followed by her head, and Cassian's forehead collided with hers. She groaned, her ears ringing and head pulsing.

Someone swore above them. "Get a room."

Cassian climbed to his feet and to Faryn's surprised pulled her up with him. "We're sorry," he apologized and dragged Faryn out of the room. The door slammed. A second sooner and it would have hit her.

Faryn couldn't help it. She covered her mouth but couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of her.

Cassian bit his lip but did not look amused.

Unlocking their door, Faryn stepped inside and held it open for him.

He remained in the hall. "I might have overreacted."

She arched a brow. "You don't say."

"When I couldn't find you, I thought you had fled. I—All I could imagine was being thrown into the dungeons in the Frozen City. I wasn't expecting you to be right outside the door."

She picked at her nails. "You could have called." She had added her new number into his phone.

"I'm"—his throat bobbed—"sorry."

Faryn leaned back against the door, opening it farther, and Cassian stepped inside.

Additional Reading/Viewing:

Jasy Jatere: When Jasy Whistles by Cibeles on Webtoon

Gumiho: Wicked Fox (Gumiho) by Kat Cho. Tale of the Nine-Tailed, a TV show. My Roommate is a Gumiho by Na on Webtoon. It's also a TV show. I've only seen the show so far. 

Has anyone read or seen these? I'm currently reading the sequel to Wicked Fox, Vicious Spirits. The next chapter will be posted Friday, which happens to be my half-birthday.