“He asked me if we were dating,” Izzy told Jesse. “I told him yes. And he smiled at me like he was happy about it.”
She drew in a breath, as if bracing herself, and then looked at Tad. But he’d already replaced his previous expression with one of calm interest.
There was a snap in Izzy’s voice when she said, “And now you tell me that he made jewels out of children’s eyes.”
“That was me,” said Jesse, but Izzy wasn’t listening to her.
“There are a lot of things I could say,” Tad told Izzy. “Most of them add up to he is a force of nature. When one of those is trapped, horrible things can happen.”
She crossed her arms over her body as if she were a little cold, and her voice was softer. “Can I think about this for a while? I know I said I knew what I was getting into. But maybe I should have read more fairy tales.”
He smiled at her, but his eyes were shuttered. “I told you there might be a few times like this.” He looked at Adam and me, glanced at Jesse, and then put a light hand under Izzy’s elbow.
“Let’s go talk outside and let these people get to bed.”
She took a deep breath, put her hand over his—in exactly the reverse gesture that they’d assumed upon entering the room.
“Okay,” she said. As they left through the front door, she turned and said, “Night, Jesse. Good night, Mr. H. Ms. H, I’ll give my mother your order. And”—she paused on the other side of the doorway—“I’m glad you made it out alive again.”
Tad pulled the door shut behind them.
“Me, too,” Jesse said. “I’m glad you made it out alive again, too.”
Adam gave her a one-armed hug, making her stagger a little because he was paying attention to the door—or rather the people who had just walked through it. She might not live here, but Izzy was a staple in the Hauptman household. Adam was protective.
“I know,” Jesse said guiltily. “I shouldn’t have dropped the stupid jewel story on her tonight. I guess my head was still caught up in that horror movie and the worry that my dad was going to be dead when I got home.” She paused. “And I’ve been thinking about that skull story since Tilly told it to me this weekend.”
“I imagine,” I said carefully, “that Tilly could tell a story so that it would linger until it could be released to cause as much harm as she could manage.”
They both looked sharply at me.
I shrugged. “Or maybe she just enjoyed sharing something horrible with you. But I wouldn’t bet on it.”
“Magic?” Jesse asked.
“Don’t ask me,” I said. “Maybe just the power of storytelling. It’s nearly Samhain, isn’t it? When the fae are more powerful?”
Adam frowned at me.
I gave him a grim smile. “Oh, Tilly has been talking to me, too. Interesting that she’s been leaving you alone.”
“Do we have a problem?” he asked.
“With a door to Underhill in our backyard? How could that possibly cause us any problems?” I gave him a look.
He laughed. Sometimes laughing is all that you can do.
We heard two car engines start and drive away.
“I hope it works out,” Jesse said. “Tad is exactly what she needs to give her a little confidence. And he could do with a little coddling and someone to fight dragons for.”
Adam squeezed Jesse more carefully this time. “Better they find out now,” he told her.
“Still,” Jesse said, “I wish I’d kept my mouth shut.”
“Izzy’s tougher than she looks,” I said confidently. “She’ll be okay.”
“I hope so.” Jesse turned her attention back to Adam. “And you are really okay?”
“He’s really okay,” I said. “And the only reason I’m not saying that, like Izzy, Adam is tougher than he looks is because—”
“He looks pretty tough,” Jesse agreed, finishing the old joke. She stepped away from her dad again. “So the situation worked itself out?”
“Sherwood didn’t want to kill Adam,” I said. “I told you that would save the day.” I had not been as sure of it as I’d tried to sound.
“Good.” Then she frowned. “Did you find out who he is? Was he Rasputin?”
“There are photos of Rasputin,” I told her. “And Rasputin doesn’t look like Sherwood at all.” Except a little around the eyes. “We still don’t know who Sherwood is. Was.”