theyâd left the flat made her look like an ordinary human girl in a winter jacket and jeans, but it plainly wasnât keeping her warm: By the time she had finished speaking her cheeks were rosy with cold, and she was hugging herself in an effort not to shiver. Timothy fished his last sweatshirt out of his backpack and handed it to her.
âOh, I am grateful,â she breathed as she floundered into it, rolling up the sleeves that drooped over her hands. âBut you havenât said anything.â She looked up at him, eyes big with apprehension. âAre you angry?â
Timothy shoved a hand through his hair. âNo, itâs all marvelous,â he said bitterly. âIâm glad you and Rob had such a nice chat. Lovely people, your folk.â
âIâm sorry.â She looked stricken. âI never imagined it would be like this. I thought if I could only find more faeries, everything would be wonderful. But to meet them, and then hear that they all despise us and call us Forsakenâ¦and even worse, that theyâre ruled by someone evil⦠â
âSo now weâve got no choice but to run back to Oakhaven.â Timothy stomped on a discarded soda can and kicked it aside. âItâd be one thing if Iâd been gone a week,or been in an accident or something. But coming back to Paul and Periâs the morning after I left, because I was scared of a lot of homicidal faeriesâthatâs just pathetic. They probably havenât even found my note yet.â
Linden said nothing. Her head was bent, her face invisible behind her turbulence of hair.
âOn the other hand,â he continued, âitâs the perfect excuse not to go back to Greenhill. Hello, Mum and Dad, Englandâs fine, I met some faeries and now they want to kill me. Sure you donât want to send me to school in Canada instead?â
Linden gave a quavering laugh and then, to Timothyâs horror, burst into tears. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her away from the road, hoping desperately that sheâd calm down before someone stopped and demanded to know what was going on.
But though Linden put her hands over her face and sobbed until her body shook, none of the passing cars even slowed down. And once sheâd wept herself into dry hiccups and wiped her eyes on her sleeve, Timothy was finally able to make out what she was saying:
âIâve done everything wrong,â she choked. âI thought I could help the OakenfolkâI thought I was helping youâbut all Iâve done is put all of us in worse danger than ever. What if the Empress sends her people after us? What if they find the Oak? Valerian was right. I wasnât ready for this. And what am I going to tell the Queen when I see her?â
Timothy regarded her helplessly for a moment. Then with sudden decisiveness he took Linden by the elbow and marched her along with him until they reached the train station. He steered her inside and made her sit down on one of the benches before taking both her hands in his and saying in the low, firm voice he used to calm his little sister, âAll right, yes, itâs a bad situation. For both of us. But weâre still alive, and weâve made it this far. Thatâs good, isnât it?â
Reluctantly, Linden nodded.
âSo weâll get you on the next train to Aynsbridge, and you can go back to the Oak and tell the others what happened. At least now you know that there are other faeries out there. Male faeries, even. Thatâs got to be worth something.â
Linden rubbed at her reddened eyes. âBut if all the other faeries want nothing to do with us, and all we can do is sit in the Oak and wait to dieââ
âWho says that? Maybe the faeries here in London wonât help you, but you can always go to some other cityâor another country, if you have to. All you have to do is hide in the Oak for a few days until the
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