Numb, I took the perfectly browned puff. Okay. Let me see if I have this right. Al provokes me into defending myself. I nearly kill him. Then Newt tries to kill me, thinking I’m Ku’Sox. Al stops her, saving my life. And now we’re all going to have s’mores together? What in hell is wrong with these people?

“Thanks,” I said softly, sticking the puff into my mouth. The ugly taste of burnt amber hit my tongue, and I gagged, spitting it out into my hand. “Oh my God! What is wrong with your marshmallows?”

His ears red in embarrassment, Al handed me a napkin that hadn’t been there a moment ago. I wadded it up with the marshmallow inside, leaving it on the low table between us. “The real ones cost too much,” Al said with a sigh. “That’s why I burn the hell out of them.”

“So if there’s a hole in the fabric of time, how do we find it and fix it?” I said, wondering what they were made from if they weren’t real. The coffee wasn’t any good, either. Brimstone?

“You can’t.” Pinkie high, Newt plucked a marshmallow from the bowl and stuck it awkwardly on a stick before handing it to me. “Your turn.”

The toasting fork was warm in my hand. “You can’t pinpoint it, or you can’t fix it?” I asked, thinking that was an important distinction.

Newt didn’t say anything, kneeling on the hearth and running her fingers through the fire as if it were a kitten’s fur. Al’s slippers shifted a hair’s breadth, and I realized he was more than a little nervous. At the sound of the soft scuffing, Newt glanced at him, a sly look on her face as she smiled with her black eyes. My gut hurt as a second haze of ever-after sifted over her, leaving her looking as she had when she slid into Al’s library and sucker-kicked me. “You’re sweet,” she said as her intent expression turned to me and I shivered. “Don’t you want your marshmallow?”

“I just want to go back,” I said, and then I stiffened when she got to her feet with a boneless grace, coming to sit on the couch, angling herself so her knees almost touched mine.

“And back you will go,” she said, her hand touching my hair.

“If the ever-after is shrinking, maybe she should stay here,” Al said, and I stiffened. Newt saw my anger, and my hair slipped from her hand.

“I proved I can hold my own against Ku’Sox,” I said. “Besides, Pierce is there in case I do something really stupid. You owe me this chance. If I can’t survive the next twenty-four hours, then I’ll never survive here.”

Newt’s thin eyebrows were raised in question. She saw my scrying mirror, and I stiffened when she took it from me. “Such a pretty little triangle,” she said as she gazed at her hazy reflection in my mirror, then shifted her appearance to look like me. “Al wants to kill Pierce,” she said, tucking a strand of her now curly red hair behind an ear, making me shudder. “But he can’t leave Rachel alone and vulnerable in the sun. And Pierce”—she handed my mirror to me—“well, he is going to destroy you whether he wants to or not. Scheming, scheming. Such little men’s desires flow around you.”