Crush Summer knew that it was Barker keeping Hannah from running off. At first she couldn’t figure out how it worked and supposed it was some kind of Binding Cant, the sort the First Kings had used to ensure the loyalty of the sidhe Court. Summer was suitably impressed, because she’d never believed any of her mama’s people were still strong enough to exert that sort of power. Not after centuries of exile on mortal soil. So maybe she caught herself making eyes at Barker again, even though she knew he wasn’t likely to ever notice. He was brave and fine to look at, and a little scary, and the closest thing to a piece of the Fairy Court she had left. Besides, pretending to fall in love with Barker was much more fun than thinking about Winter locked away in the sluagh world, maybe forever, probably forever. And she’d been the one who’d made it happen. So she spent the entire drive from D.C. through Virginia staring out the window of the embarrassing minivan Brother Daniel had insisted on renting, and she wasn’t watching the boring scenery ghost past.
