I reached for him, but he vanished. The little girl’s voice whispered at my ear, “Gabriel was right. You need to go.”

“But Gabriel’s here,” I said.

As if on cue, I heard his voice, snapping with impatience.

“Olivia? I do not have time for this.”

I took one step his way and then stopped.

That’s not Gabriel.

It sounded like his impatience, his diction. But if Gabriel thought I was in danger, would he really storm off? I might lose my temper and do such a thing. Gabriel was ice, exact and calculated. He’d freeze me out, but he would never walk away if he thought I was in trouble.

That’s why I hadn’t seen his footprints. Because he hadn’t really gone into the house. It was like that alley near the prison when we tried to follow the Huntsman. I’d turned my back and then stumbled into a vision that I mistook for reality.

I jogged back the way I’d come and ended up in an unfamiliar room. I retreated, and tried the door to the left of it, then the one on the right. Neither returned me to anyplace vaguely familiar.

Okay, I’m hallucinating. No big deal.

I sputtered a laugh at that. I suppose it was a sign of progress that the thought I was going crazy didn’t even cross my mind.

The question was: Which was the hallucination? The house now, as I tried to get out, or earlier, as I was coming in? Either way, there were plenty of exits—both doors and broken windows.

In the next room, I found the younger Nathaniel Mills, at a desk, telling his foreman his plans for burning out the fae.

They both looked up as I stepped in.

“Yes?” Mills snapped. “What do you want?”

“Nothing. Sorry.”

I backed away . . . and tripped over Letitia, lying in her soaked party dress, tributaries of bloody water creeping across the floor. When I retreated, she lifted her head. Her face was crushed—nose smashed flat, blood streaming from her mouth, one eye bulging, the other a dark pit.

“You didn’t save me,” she rasped through broken teeth.

“I couldn’t.”

“You can’t save anyone. You ruin everything you touch. Mallt-y-Nos?” She spat blood and broken teeth. “They should have left you as you were. Crippled and useless.”

Her cold hand wrapped around my ankle. I broke free and raced through the next doorway. It was a library.

“Liv?”

James stood at a shelf, fingering the moldering books. When he saw me, his face lit up. He started my way and then faltered, his smile evaporating in a look of despair.