“Titania may take it amiss if you arrive with an entourage. She may interpret it as a hostile act,” Puck warned.

“I’ve already interpreted her kidnapping of J.B. as a hostile act, so that will make us even,” I said, and then asked the question I’d been afraid to ask. “How damaged is he?”

Puck considered. “He is alive. I cannot speak to the quality of that life.”

“Why didn’t you do anything?” I said. “You could stop her if you wanted to. You’re more powerful than she is.”

“I could, but it doesn’t suit me to reveal my power to Titania at this time. And while one life may be essential to you, it is practically meaningless to me. I have witnessed more lives than you can number.”

“And yet you came when I called,” I said.

“So that you can rescue him,” Puck said. “It is nothing for me to take you there. It is even a benefit to me. You will owe me another boon for this.”

“I want it clear right up front that none of these favors I owe you will involve me getting naked,” I said.

“I wouldn’t waste such a powerful favor in such a manner,” Puck said. “Besides, if I really wanted you naked, I’m sure I could convince you.”

“No, thanks,” I said, leaving the room as quickly as possible. “Why don’t you go in the living room, and I’ll get the others.”

I went to the back door to call down to Samiel’s apartment and found Nathaniel sitting on the landing with his sword slung across his knees.

“You didn’t trust me?” I said.

Nathaniel got to his feet. “I did not trust him.”

“Well, he said he would take us to the court,” I said. I went out on the landing so I could yell down the stairs. “Hey! You can come back now.”

I turned around to say something else to Nathaniel but he was already gone. In the living room I heard the sound of glass shattering.

“That can’t be good,” I said, sprinting down the hall.

Puck and Nathaniel stood like gunslingers in the dining room, face-to-face several feet apart and both stock-still. Puck’s eyes blazed with light. At his feet were the shattered remains of a snow globe. The air in the room was thick with magic.

“What have you done to him?” Puck said, and his voice was not the merry lilt that he usually possessed. It sounded like the voice of the earth itself, and I was afraid.

“I didn’t…I didn’t mean to,” I said, and didn’t bother trying to pretend that I didn’t know what he was talking about.

Footsteps sounded on the back stairs. Puck raised his hand and slammed the back door. I heard the others pounding on the wood, shouting my name.

“What is happening?” Nathaniel said. His hand went to his sword. Puck looked at Nathaniel’s hand and it froze in place before it reached the hilt.

I tried not to breathe too hard or otherwise draw Puck’s attention to me. I knew he was strong, but I’d had no idea how strong. He could stop my heart with a look.

“I’d hidden him so carefully, and you’ve undone that work in a moment,” Puck said. “Worse, you left it at half, so that he cannot even defend himself from those who recognize him.”

“I told you, I didn’t mean to,” I said. “It was an accident.”

“What are you talking about?” Nathaniel said. “Tell me.”

“Tell him,” I said to Puck. “You owe him that.”

“This is your fault,” Puck said. “I should have known, daughter of Lucifer, that it was unsafe for him to be in your company.”

“You cannot get angry with me for what I didn’t know,” I said. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours. What did you hide him for, anyway? Why not claim him in the first place?”

“Tell me what is happening!” Nathaniel shouted, and the hot swirl of power in the room grew stronger. “Do not speak around me as if I were a child.”

The glow in Puck’s eyes receded a bit, and they seemed to soften. “But you are a child, Nathaniel. My child. My son.”

I’d thought Puck would ease into it, that he would not say it so baldly. The words seemed to hang in the air between them.

“No,” Nathaniel said, shaking his head. “I am the only son of Zerachiel.”

I approached Nathaniel carefully, reached for his shoulder.

“I would not touch him right now,” Puck said.

“I am the only son of Zerachiel,” Nathaniel repeated.

“I had a feeling you’d take this hard,” I murmured. So much of Nathaniel’s self-worth related to his parentage.

“You knew of this?” Nathaniel said softly.

I eased around so that Nathaniel could see my face. “I didn’t know before we kissed. But I suspected later.”

“And why did you not mention your suspicions?” he said, equally softly.

It was as if Puck had ceased to exist, and there was only Nathaniel and me. I sensed I had to tread very carefully here.

“I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to upset you if I was wrong,” I said.

“You did not want to…upset me.”

I’d miscalculated. “It wasn’t my secret to tell.”

“When would it have been your secret to tell?” Nathaniel said, and his eyes were like frozen winter. “After I f**ked you? Would it have been appropriate for you to explain then?”