Dubh Linn for some streets, and just Dublin for others. Izzy stared at the strangely dressed fae and Jinx stoically ignored the human eyes that widened as they passed over him. Izzy stood closer to him than she should. Time shifted as they passed from one to the other. She could feel it, like an after-taste in her mind, a sense of wrongness, the temporal equivalent of sea-sickness. It was later afternoon now, if the light was anything to go by. Izzy itched to touch Jinx, to comfort him, even knowing that he would only hurt her again. All the excuses crowded her mind. It didn’t matter. He’d still said what he said, used her to get them to dry land. The logic of it didn’t make the facts any easier to bear.Smithfield opened out from narrow streets and close-crowded buildings, a patch of first-world city that had been dropped into the remains of Georgian slums and warehouses. It shone with all the new-age optimism of the millennium that somehow completely missed the mark.
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