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  “It is not utterly—” Khalistah mumbled, but her words, her attempted lies, died on her lips. “They have somehow—”

  Her father ignored her.

  It didn’t take long until we came to the part of the video where Khalistah lost her temper, revealing her ultimate plan and then altering the Prince’s memory. She lifted her head and squared her petite shoulders, even as those around her sucked in breaths of admonishment and a few Fae laughed at her desire to have McKale. But their reactions did not matter. It was the King I watched. His face had gone hard and his back was rigid. By the end of the video the entire field of grass crackled dry beneath us. The tall grasses of the field tipped back, lying dead as if blown by a lethal wind.

  Dad turned off the video and every eye settled on the Summer King.

  “Father,” the FFG began. “It is not…” Again her tongue seemed to swell at the attempted lie and she brought a creamy hand to her throat.

  The King stood with grace and his light blue robes swirled around him as if tiny tornadoes flanked his body.

  He looked directly at McKale and I. “Have you somehow altered reality and replicated Faerie and its occupants?”

  “Nay, King o’ the Summer.” McKale stepped forward. “The human device records things exactly as they happen. What ye saw was real and true. I swear it.”

  His head slowly swiveled to his daughter in disbelief. She shrank back.

  “There is more, Father. This—” she waved her hand at the screen, “—contraption, does not reveal all. What I did was necessary. I can explain.”

  “You are born of me, Princess Khalistah, however you are as bound to my laws as all others.”

  “But of course, King Father.”

  “You would interfere with my plans to continue my race of cobblers?”

  “I had a plan which would ensure—”

  “Silence!” The ground and trees shuddered at the King’s booming voice.

  The FFG pressed her lips together.

  “You would use forbidden magic against a brother Fae?”

  We all looked at the Prince for the first time and found his disdainful stare pointed at the Princess.

  “I admit it was wrong,” Khalistah said to her father. “I was overcome by a rare fit of temper when I discovered the two humans were attempting to trick me and harm my reputation. We had an agreement.”

  “An agreement that you would take a human consort?” her father bellowed.

  A Fae girl made a gagging sound and the FFG’s cheekbones filled with a rosy blush.

  “He has ever wanted to please me,” Khalistah explained. “He would be my pet, just as other Fae have.”

  “That is not how it appears. This is a disgraceful moment, daughter of mine.”

  She stepped toward him, pleading with her eyes and words. “Please, Father. Erase the memories of these witnesses so they will not know my shame. I had a weakness for the boy. Even you cannot help but feel affection toward the wee folk!”

  The Prince let a sound of disgust escape and the Fae took steps back. Their faces were filled with fear at the prospect of having their memories taken, and aversion to the idea of affection toward humans.

  “I am displeased, Daughter. You have left me no choice but to do that which I abhor.”

  Khalistah shook her head and held out her palms. “Not me, King Father!”

  “You, especially.” His voice sent a heated gust through the clearing and we all covered our eyes against it.

  Martineth looked rattled for the first time all night. “My love. Do as you must to them. But not I.”

  Just as she reached out for him, the King lifted his arms, encompassing each of the Fae before him. They all stiffened as if locked in place. The Summer King’s eyes flipped through colors, and sparks of static light flashed from his outstretched fingertips like a summer storm. Warm winds whipped around us. McKale and I stepped away, terrified. The Fae beseeched their King with their eyes, but their mouths could not move.

  The King roared, “Ar oscailt intinn!” and sudden silence fell.

  The wind settled and we watched as the Summer King wove his magic over the Fae, carefully saying the exact words to erase the video from their minds. He then paid special attention to Khalistah.

  “You will forget you ever longed for the Leprechaun son of Brogan. Instead, you will now find yourself feeling affections for the Prince.”

  I wanted to fall to the ground and weep.

  The King’s attention shifted toward Rock. He turned his hands and the grasses unwound, retreated back into the earth. He beckoned Rock, who came forward with stiff movements.

  I saw Cassidy try to rush to him, but Mom and Dad both grabbed her.

  “Do you fancy yourself in love with the young Mason girl?”

  Rock turned his head to her, and watching her face with a pained, heartbroken expression, he nodded.

  The Summer King clenched his jaw. We were all so still. The relief I felt moments before had slipped away as tension filled my body again.

  “I cannot have your kind interfering with those who would actually work. You will forget you ever loved her. You will forget any time you had with her. Your kind are not welcome at this ceremony.”

  Rock’s eyes went blank and his body slackened. Mom pulled Cassidy’s face to her chest and she let out a horrible, muffled screech. I felt like I might be sick.

  The Summer King ignored all this, done with the drama. He flicked his wrists and the spell ended with a zap. The Fae rocked back on their heels, stunned. Rock turned and ambled back toward the trees, glancing back once to stare at the scene with puzzled wonder. And then he was gone, along with the other Clour. Cass buried her face into the crook of Mom’s neck. It took all of my will-power not to run to her and embrace her.

  The King painted a smile across his face for his people. “Ah, well, it seems as though the so-called human magic has failed. Our only entertainment shall be this merry dancing and the binding itself.”

  The Fae shared disappointed nods, all seeming as if they’d missed something but were too afraid to ask. Khalistah gazed around at the decorations with bemused interest. For one fearsome moment her eyes landed on McKale and I, but slid past without remark. I exhaled and felt McKale relax next to me.

  Brogan bustled forward.

  “Would our honored guests care to dance, then?” he asked.

  “Go on,” the King said, waving a finger at his people. “Enjoy the hospitality.”

  The Prince stepped forward and extended a hand to Khalistah. She curtsied and took his hand. Martineth still stood there, seeming stunned and distrustful, until the King reached for her hand and kissed it, causing her to relax.

  “Will you not dance, my love?” he asked. “You know how much I enjoy watching.”

  She gave him a seductive smile, and without a word turned to the dance circle.

  As the Fae filtered out to dance among the Leprechaun, the King gave his attention to McKale and me. His frown and shifting eyes caused my heart to falter in its rhythm. I felt the warmth of my family as they joined behind us. I reached back and found Cassidy’s hand, pulling her close behind me. I felt her face lean against the back of my shoulder. There was nothing I could do to help or comfort her. Rock’s memories of her love might be gone, but the fact that her memories of him would remain was heartbreaking.

  The King eyed our group and I focused on him now. Would he punish us?

  His voice was pinched and frightening. “You have brought shame to my daughter and forced my hand.”

  “King of Summer,” McKale began. His head was bowed. “We ne’er wished to bring shame to the Princess or yer people. We were powerless against her demands and didn’t know what else to do.”

  The King pondered this. “Khalistah is quite keen on getting what she wants. How unfortunate that her desires led her astray. I would not have believed it if I had not seen it with my own eyes. But know this…” His eyes flipped through a rainbow of colors. “I allow you to keep
memory of this day only because you were wronged. Let us hope you will never find yourselves in a position where you feel you must fool our kind again.”

  McKale dipped his head. “Thank you, King. I am so very sorry fer all that’s happened. Truly.”

  “Humans are often careless of their affections,” the King responded. “Such is the nature of beings whose lifespan are so short… and speaking of that, I have another matter with which to discuss.” We stood still and quiet, waiting for him to continue. “While you were in Faerie my consort and I discussed a proper gift for your binding, considering how fond you seem to be of one another. I understand that you will live considerably longer than your binding partner—am I correct?”

  “Er… yes, King, sir.” McKale scratched his cheek.

  McKale would live approximately seven hundred years longer than me.

  “Instead of a gift, I have an offer.” The Summer King surveyed Brogan, McKale, and all of us Masons. “If you and your people can assure me that you will keep this indiscretion between us from now until forever, I will increase the magical ability of the Masons, thereby allowing them to live as long as the Leprechauns. I do not make this offer lightly. If I find you have spread word of Princess Khalistah’s shame outside of these clan lines the price you pay will be more than lost memories. Do you understand?”

  We all nodded. Incurring his wrath was not something we wanted. I was certain the only reason we still had our memory was because his daughter had offended him more than we had.

  “And does this offer appeal to you?” he asked.

  I looked at my family. Dad and Mom shared grateful glances. Cassidy, still sad, gave me a single nod. I looked at McKale, whose eyes shone with hope.

  “Definitely,” I said.

  “We would be honored to serve you all of our years,” Dad told the Summer King. “Thank you for showing mercy. Today’s events will never leave our lips. You have our word.”

  McKale and Brogan stepped away. The King lifted his arms as he’d done to his Fae minutes before. A moment of fear shot through me as I wondered if this was a trick—if he’d decided to erase our memories after all. But the words never came to open our minds. Instead he sang a stream of magical words that enveloped us. I felt power constricting every cell of my body, blooming from my core outward, strengthening every fiber of my existence. Next to me Cassidy made a sound of surprised bliss.

  As the spell ended with another zap, I inhaled, revived.

  “There,” the King of Summer said. “Let us be finished with unpleasantries this day. I came to see a binding. Shall we have one?”

  McKale came forward and took both my hands in his.

  “Aye,” he said. “We shall.”

  UNFORTUNATELY, THE TALES ABOUT Fae dancing all night were truth. They didn’t leave until dawn, which meant I couldn’t run off to console Cassidy when she left the party. As McKale and I finally headed to his, I mean our room, I peeked in at Cass but she was already asleep.

  I’d awoken the next morning with a start in McKale’s arms, sunlight seeping through the drapes of cloth. Trying not to wake him, I slipped my dress back on and quietly left the room. But when I got to my old hut Cassidy wasn’t there. I ran around the nearly empty village. It had to be close to noon, but most of the Leprechauns were still sleeping after being danced to exhaustion the night before.

  Panic began to rise as I burst back into my new room and found McKale sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his eyes. He looked up at me blearily.

  “I can’t find Cass.”

  Without a word he dressed and we both ran. No need to discuss where. We headed to Clour land.

  We were both breathing hard as we splashed through the shallow part of the stream, my dress getting soaked at the bottom despite my efforts to hold it up. Finally, at the edge of Clour land we found her. She must have heard our loud approach, but she didn’t turn to look at us. She leaned against a tree, one arm around it, watching as Rock, Blackie, and the blond twins gathered sticks and twigs at the other edge of the forest.

  “I’ve been debating whether or not to say goodbye,” Cassidy said to the air.

  I came up to her side and put a hand on her shoulder. For once, she wasn’t even crying. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and rested my chin on her shoulder. She rested her hands on mine and turned her face enough for us to press our cheeks together. I had to shut my eyes against a wave of emotion.

  I had no words—no method of taking this pain from her.

  A shout from the Clour boys made us look again. Blackie and the twins were playing around, but Rock wasn’t joining. He tossed his sticks onto the pile and sat on a log, staring out at the trees.

  The poor guy looked… depressed.

  McKale stepped up next to us, his eyebrows drawn together as he watched his friend from afar.

  “He’s not forgotten ye, Cass. Perhaps he does no’ have the exact memories, but look at ‘im. His soul remembers. He knows he’s lost somethin’.”

  Cassidy sniffled, and her tears came now. McKale drew back as if he’d said something wrong, and I rubbed his arm to tell him he did okay. Then I held Cass tighter.

  “Sweetie,” I said. I needed to be real with her. “We can introduce you to him again. You can have your goodbye, but it’s not going to be easy when you remember and he doesn’t. It might make it hurt even worse.”

  “I know.” She wiped her eyes and sucked in a breath. “I spent all night thinking about it. I don’t think I can handle him not remembering. I know I have to go back home and finish school. I know I have to go to college or start working with Mom and Dad next year. I keep telling myself Ronan is just another ex-boyfriend who I’ll eventually stop thinking about.”

  But he was so much more than that.

  I heard her swallow. “It’ll be okay, right, Sissy?”

  “Yeah, chickadee. It’ll be all right in time.” Inside I was cringing. I knew Cass, and I knew she would be hurting for a long time. She had many bygone boyfriends, but she hadn’t loved any of them. Only Rock. Only the boy who wouldn’t remember.

  “Come on,” I whispered. I moved to her side and took her hand. She let me lead her away.

  “I’ll be ‘round in a bit,” McKale said. I gave him a grateful nod as he turned to seek out his Clour friend.

  “Wait!” Cassidy said. Her eyes were wide. “I have to try. I have to see. Just this once.”

  Her eyes pleaded with me, and I nodded. I would not stop her. “Just… be careful what you say. He might be feeling confused and I don’t want you to accidentally make things worse for him.”

  She agreed, and the three of us walked through the trees.

  Blackie noticed us first. “Oy! Lads, we have guests!” He ran a hand through his hair and grinned at us as the rest of the Clour rushed out of the rundown cottage.

  Cass’s hand was cutting off the circulation to my fingers. Rock was slowly standing. Looking between the three of us. We greeted the Clour boys, who weren’t nearly as boisterous as usual. Like McKale and I, they kept glancing furtively between Cassidy and Rock.

  Rock stepped up, pale.

  “Feeling ill, mate?” McKale asked him with concern.

  “Aye. ‘Tis a strange feeling about. Bad magic or somethin’. Can ye feel it?”

  “Aye,” McKale whispered. “I can.”

  Rock shook his head, then looked straight up at Cassidy. All movement stopped as they locked eyes. And then Rock turned to McKale and said, “Have ye been hiding the lasses from us? Afraid the ole Clour charm will steal ‘em away?” This was asked half-heartedly, and even the chuckles from the other Clour were weak.

  Cassidy slumped and my heart sank.

  “’Tis been a busy summer,” McKale told him. “This is Cassidy Mason. Cass… this is Rock.”

  “Hi,” she said softly.

  The look on Rock’s face as he watched her was pitiful, like his mind was frantically trying to grasp at something right out of reach. His entire summer had been sp
ent with Cass—that was a lot of memory to take. As grateful as I was to the Summer King, I was also angry that he addled the mind of a young man in such a dangerous way.

  Rock pressed two fingers to his temple and closed his eyes. “Me head…”

  “You should have a lie down, mate,” McKale said, reaching out to steady him. Rock nodded and hung his head, heading indoors.

  “It makes it worse for him to see me,” Cass said with sad realization.

  “Should we try to remind ‘im?” Blackie asked. “A bit at a time—”

  “No.” Cass’s voice was strong. “I’m afraid it’ll strain his mind. I need to just… stay away.”

  We looked around at each other, at a loss, awkwardness and discomfort spreading. Cass turned from us and rushed away, tearing into the trees. I would have chased her, but I was sure she needed some time to herself. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

  “We still have three more weeks before my family goes home,” I said. “This is going to be hard.”

  They all nodded. It was strange and wrong to see the Clour forlorn.

  “Take care of him, ‘kay?” I said to the guys.

  Again they nodded, and McKale escorted me away, back to Leprechaun land.

  Three weeks passed in a dizzying mix of joyful love with McKale, and sorrowful silence with Cassidy. She had changed—matured overnight. Not once did she try to see Rock after that day on Clour land. She woke early every morning to help with chores, spent afternoons devouring classics from her AP summer reading list, and went to bed early each night. I actually missed the carefree, spontaneous, giggling girl who’d come to Ireland with me.

  On another note of drastic change, Mom and Dad had spent the last three weeks on Clour land helping the boys till the land for a late summer garden, fixing up the cottage, and teaching them to do basic things to better care for themselves and their home. Dad had even talked Brogan into allowing the Clour to begin helping with Shoe House responsibilities again once they were gone. He said the boys needed more responsibilities to feel like men. They were young when the Fae had cursed their clan. The older generations of Clour who’d caused all the problems were now gone. Dad wanted these boys to have a second chance to be better than their ancestors.