Sonny lowered his voice so that Fennrys, following behind on Lucky, wouldn’t hear him. “Sonny . . . you’re being weird.” Kelley was staring at him, waiting for an answer to her question. “It’s not nothing.” They had stopped in a nondescript clearing just off the path they’d been following. Sonny turned from Kelley, avoiding her searching stare, and concentrated for a moment. With a thought he lifted the veil from around his cottage, and the squat little house with its tiny, stone-fenced yard shimmered into view. Kelley blinked, her mouth in an O, and gazed at the place for a moment. But as Sonny reached for Lucky’s bridle to lead him into the yard, she put a hand on his arm. “What’s wrong?” she asked again. “You were hugging him!” he blurted. You idiot, he cursed himself silently. “What? When?” “When . . . when you came through the rift,” Sonny stammered, not wanting Kelley to know that he’d been spying on her with Mabh. “You were . . . hugging.”
