Ceri’s steps were soft in the hallway, and I turned to her smile when her pleasant laughter at something Jenks said filled the kitchen. She was wearing a summery linen dress in three shades of purple, a matching ribbon holding her long, almost-transparent hair up off her neck against the moist heat. Jenks was on her shoulder to look like he belonged there, and Rex, Jenks’s cat, was in her arms. The orange kitten was purring, her eyes closed and her paws wet with rain.

“Hello, Rachel,” the young-seeming woman said, her voice carrying the slow relaxation of a damp summer night. “Jenks said you needed some company. Mmmm, is that herb bread?”

“Ivy and Skimmer were going to have lunch with me,” I said, turning to get two wineglasses. “Ah…” I hedged, suddenly embarrassed and wondering if she had heard Skimmer and me…discussing things. “It fell through, and now I’ve got a ton of food with only me to eat it.”

Ceri’s green eyes pinched in worry, telling me she had. “Nothing serious?”

I shook my head, thinking it could turn real serious real fast if Skimmer worked at it.

At that, the lithe elf smiled, sashaying to the cupboard for two plates as if it were her kitchen. “I’d love to eat lunch with you. Keasley would be happy with fish sandwiches every night, but honestly, the man wouldn’t know fine food if I put it on his tongue and chewed it for him.”

The chatter about nothing lured me into a better mood, and, relaxing, I fixed two plates of pasta in white sauce while Ceri made herself tea with the special leaf she kept over here. Jenks sat on her shoulder the entire time, and, watching them together, I remembered how Jih, his eldest daughter, had taken to Ceri. I couldn’t help but wonder if elves and pixies had a history of coexistence. I’d always thought it odd that Trent went to such great lengths to keep pixies and fairies out of his personal gardens. Almost like an addict removing the source of temptation, rather than my first guess, that he simply feared they might literally smell him out as an elf.

It was with a restored calm that I followed Ceri to the sanctuary with my wineglass and plate to take advantage of the cooler space. Her tea was already on the coffee table between the suede couch and matching pair of armchairs in the corner. I didn’t know how she could stand the stuff when it was hot, but, seeing her in her lightweight dress, I had to admit she looked cooler than I was in my shorts and chemise, even though I had more skin showing. Must be an elf thing. The cold didn’t seem to bother her either. I was starting to think it grossly unfair.