Ivy sat at the table beside the fairies, clearly going to stay out here when I was in the wilds. Giving her a wave she couldn’t see, I followed Jih. Pierce had one of the fairy swords on his hip, and as the grass closed in, I asked him, “You know how to use that?”

“Absolutely not,” he said, “but isn’t it a caution? Dash-it-all fine Arkansas toothpick.”

My eyebrows rose. “Oka-a-a-ay.”

We soon found the glass—the remnants of my potion vial, I guess—and we wove through the thick shards carefully, following Jih’s gold-dusted path. Every birdcall made my heart race. Every gust of wind in the leaves brought my eyes up, scanning. The grass we walked through had been cut, but it came up to my waist, growing in clumps. A skittering jerked me to a stop.

“Holy crap!” I exclaimed, and Pierce brandished his sword at a hard-plated bug the comparative size of an armadillo. Its antenna waved at us, and I froze, wondering if I could kick it or if it would chew my foot off.

Jih, who was flying a nice safe four inches off the ground, looked down. “It’s a roly-poly bug,” she explained, her tone saying I was a baby.

“I’ve never seen one the size of my head before,” I muttered.

She dropped lower to give it a kick and it vanished. “It’s safer when you can fly,” she said lightly. “I was grounded an entire month when I snapped the main vein in my right lower wing. I hated it. Never went outside the entire time.”

No wonder nothing fazed Jenks. Just walking around took guts.

Jih stopped short, her face pale as her wings dusted a melancholy blue. I pushed past her, halting when I found we were at Jenks’s stump. The grass ended, giving way to a flat sheet of earth that I remember spanning only a foot or so, but now looked enormous. It was littered with the remnants of battle. The fire where the fairies’ weapons had been burned was almost out. The air was clean, but memory put the scent of blood and burnt hair drifting through the clearing. It was quiet. Empty.

Pierce edged even with me, and together we looked at the understated entrance to Jenks’s home. It was almost invisible, cut to look like a part of the stump itself. “It’s round,” he said softly. “I’ve not seen a round door before.”

“Maybe it’s for the wings?” I guessed, glancing up at Jih. “Thank you, Jih. Do you want to come in with us?”