My boys hurried around me into the next open door where I was definitely surprised to find Chutney on a bed on the ground. As in, not on a bed frame whatsoever. My boys bounced over and climbed right onto the bed with her, curling into her side and going back to sleep. I smiled and shook my head. It was hard to be jealous. She was The Fool Card. Animals were just hers. And with her this injured, I wanted them to give her any comfort they could. I wonder where the other boys went? No sooner did I think it did I hear the clicking of nails on the hardwood floor. I stepped to the side as Olli led the way. He howled and bounced over to the space above her head, then walked tight little circles until the spot was just right. Albert stretched out on the far side of the bed.

“Where’s Squishy?”

“He doesn’t let Bentley sleep alone,” Savannah said from right behind me. I must’ve made a face because she shrugged. “Those two have been through some shit in Seelie, and I don’t even wanna know. So, while fire doggo will usually roam around as he pleases, if Bentley is going to sleep, his little fire hazard is going to lie by his side.”

“How do you know that?”

She shuddered. “Ma’am, I went to ask him a question once and almost had a heart attack when I found a literal ball of fire in bed using Bentley as a pillow.”

I scowled. “What’s the deal there?”

“Seelie. Fucked him up something fierce.” She shook her head and unzipped her hoodie—two little black faces poked out the top. “Girls, you can lie with Miss Ma’am here but only if you behave. If I see them claws and hissin’, I’ll be sendin’ yo’ asses packin’ upstairs. Ya hear?”

They both meowed, then leapt out of her jacket onto the floor where they promptly went over and used Albert as a pillow. His tail wagged against the floor, but he didn’t move. I chuckled.

“How’s she doing, Savannah?”

“The souls are all strong as hell down here,” she drawled, where the word hell sounded like hail. “I just hope they can hang on long enough to cure them.”

“Esther’s too?” There, I said it. I asked the question I didn’t want an answer to if it was bad.

“The Irit bloodline is a strong one.” She sighed. “I don’t have answers for you on their injuries, but the souls are steady. All of ‘em, especially Tegan’s, but Witch’s Shock is hella dangerous.”

“You seem to know a lot about a lot of stuff . . .” I frowned, choosing my words correctly. “What do you know about astral projection?”

She cringed. “That it terrifies me, and I almost got myself stuck in one if not for Devon.”