I didn’t watch him go, instead turning to find Jenks. I was confident they’d go for it. All I’d have to do then was roll with the consequences of inviting dewinged, fanged fairies into Trent’s backyard. God, they were savage looking. Served him right.

“Jenks?” I called, wanting to say good-bye.

Strands from my tattered braid flew everywhere when Jenks landed beside me. Clearly he’d been watching. His face was sallow, but anger still colored it.

“I don’t like them creeping around the garden like spiders,” he said, his feet still not touching the ground as he looked into the trees. His face turned to me, and the anger shifted, almost to panic, when he saw my expression. “You’re leaving.”

My heart gave a thump. “I’m just going to get big. I’m still here.”

The winds of his emotions shifted, and his feet touched the ground. His eyes began to glitter, and he wiped them, disgusted with himself. “Tink’s titties, I can’t stop leaking dust.” He took a breath and exhaled. Me getting big was going to be hard. I wished he’d come with me.

Heartache hit me again, and I gave him another hug, surprising him. His arms went around me, and I felt him hesitate when he didn’t find wings at my back. The silken whisper of his brushed my fingers, and when he went to go away, I tightened my grip to linger a moment more. “I would have twisted a thousand curses to be with you today,” I whispered.

Slumping, Jenks let his forehead thump into me. “It hurts,” he whispered, his hands falling to his sides. “All the time. Even when I try.”

Tears warmed my eyes, and I pulled back so I could look at him. “It will stop one day,” I said as I gave his shoulders a squeeze. “Even without your trying, and then you’ll feel guilty. After that, you’ll wake up one morning, remember her, and smile.”

He nodded, gaze directed down. God, it hurt to see him with such heartache.

“Are you sure you don’t want to become big with me?” I asked again, and my hands fell from him as he wiped his eyes, shaking the glittering sparkles from himself.

“I don’t like being your size,” he admitted. “Nothing smells right. And my kids need me.”

His kids needed him, I thought, feeling the fingers of relief steal into my soul. He felt needed. It was a start. Damn it, Matalina was really gone. “Come with me to the church?” I asked rather weepily. “Just to the door. Those pill bugs scare me.”