glassy in a corner, realized it was the Grindylowâs second eye, and decided they might need Phouka after all. She stood up. âLetâs go.â
She staggered. Jack caught her, gently smoothing her hair from her face.
âPerhaps,â he ventured as Moth returned to the kitchen and began rummaging in the drawers for defensive cutlery, âI should take you home.â
âNo, you shouldnât. Iâm getting used to this sort of thing.â She kept telling herself not to fall down.
Jack said, âThatâs what Iâm afraid of.â
C HAPTER 5
âThere are some upon this earth of yours,â returned the spirit, âwho lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name; who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin as if they had never lived.â
                â A C HRISTMAS C AROL , C HARLES D ICKENS
T he abandoned Tirnagoth Hotel had once been Reiko Fataâs headquarters and, at night, its sinister elegance whispered of fine things decaying. The gates, tangled with withered vines, opened slowly as Jackâs sedan approached.
In the circular drive, Jack, Finn, and Moth got out of the sedan. Finn still felt the unease-bordering-on-dread that the Fatasâ proximity caused. Shaky and exhausted from fighting the Grindylow, she felt as if sheâd just recovered from a brutal virus and desperately wanted to go home. âItâs quiet.â
âNot really.â As Jack undid the metal gates, the music and voices of a revel blasted from the courtyard. Climbing the stairs after him, Finn gazed up at the words etched in stone above the impressive entry of medieval-looking doors.
ââ The unseen is here and calleth to thee, ââ Jack explained.
Moth studied the hotel. Remembering how heâd fought the Grindylow, Finn wondered exactly what heâd done for Seth Lot as he whispered, âWhat is this place?â
Tirnagothâs doors swung open and a slim figure emerged, brilliant hair falling around a pretty face with the eyes of a devil. âThe entrance to Fairyland.â
âAbsalom,â Jack spoke wearily.
Absalom Askew, who appeared to be a teenager but who was probably as old as rocks, assessed their condition with one sweeping gaze. He blinked rapidly when he saw Moth, who stood with his hands in the pockets of the fur-lined coat heâd borrowed from Jack.
âJack. Serafina. Who is this charming young man youâve brought with you?â
âIâm Moth.â Moth frowned. âThatâs what Iâm called.â
âWhat youâre called.â Absalom stepped back, gesturing inward. He wore a dark suit with an orange silk tie and tiger eye cuff links. âWelcome to Tirnagoth.â
Jack, stepping in, looked Absalom over. âNice suit.â
âOh, this old thing.â Absalom straightened one cuff. âItâs just for the celebration. To which you were invited. Did you forget?â
âYes.â By his tone, Jack obviously hadnât.
Absalom led them into the lobby where bronze lamps shaped into ivy tendrils and a chandelier of pink glass splintered light across black velvet furniture, a chessboard floor, and white taxidermy animals.
âIt seems different in here,â Finn said. As they passed a display with mice frozen in the act of pulling a miniature coach made from a pumpkin, Jack met Finnâs gaze with a wide-eyed look.
âPhoukaâs into shabby chic with just a smidge of Dracula. I find it stimulating.â Absalom led them down a windowed hall. Beyond the windows was the inner courtyard, bright with lights and moving silhouettes. There was a pulse of drums, skirling fiddle music, shouts, and laughter.
âWhatâs the celebration?â Finn ventured as Jackâs fingers twined with hers.
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