Her second reaction was: “Oh God, you mean there are two Sophies? If they ever meet and team up, we’re doomed.” Her third reaction was: “Wait a second—if there’s a Sophie who’s been living in fairyland all this time, there’s no way that throne would still be empty.” “The human girl who was taken might not be quite as …” Eamon paused and shuddered, searched for a word, then finished his thought, “… formidable as the changeling you know as your sister.” “Yep, you definitely met Sophie.” She paused to consider Eamon’s revelation. Then she shook her head. “Nope. It doesn’t work. For one thing, Sophie carries iron at all times. Some girls keep a canister of mace or pepper spray on their keychains. Sophie carries a mini horseshoe. A fairy couldn’t do that, could she?” “I doubt it.” He frowned in confusion. “How was she, by the way? Where was she? What was she doing?” “She appeared to be in good health.” He shuddered again, and Emily could only imagine what Sophie had done to him.
