Fen walks over to them, Baron at his side. "She has witnessed too much too soon. I have seen this happen before. It will pass in time, but she needs a healer." He reaches for Pete’s shoulder, to comfort him.
Pete smacks his hand away. "Get off her. Where the hell have you taken us? She’ll be fine back home. Back where—"
"You cannot go back," says Fen. "Not if you want to live."
Pete clenches his jaw. "Fine. A healer then."
Dean leans over to me, whispering, "What’s wrong with the redhead?"
I roll my eyes, "How about the fact that his girlfriend just passed out? Or that they almost ended up as dinner for a giant bat? Or maybe it’s the fact that they’re in a new strange place, surrounded by things and creatures they don't understand, with no way home?"
Dean raises an eyebrow. "You sure he didn’t just have a bad lunch?"
I groan and push him away, then stand and walk over to Es. "Here, I can help."
Pete looks at me coldly, the same stare he gave Fen, but then his face calms, and he nods.
I hold my hands over Es’s chest, and whisper incantations Varis taught me. My energy flows through me, and I feel a presence I have not felt in a long time.
Yami.
I turn my face, seeing the little dragon perching on my shoulder, his skin like moving stars in a dark sky. His company fills me with happiness, and I channel that bliss into Es.
She gasps, then breathes in deeply, steadily. Her eyes do not open, but she is stronger than she was.
"Thank you," says Pete, avoiding eye contact with me. I'm waiting for the questions, but whatever he's thinking, he doesn’t ask. I'm sure he wishes I'd never brought him and Es to The Black Lotus, never gotten them involved. I wish that had been an option. I wish I could explain it all to him in a way he'd believe. And for a moment, I wish I had never come to Inferna myself.
Fen takes Es by the shoulders. "May I?"
Pete nods, and Fen lifts Es up in his arms, carrying her to the glowing city.
Varis and Dean are arguing about something at the edge of a river. The Druid turns to me. "We cannot stay here."
Dean grins. "Well, I’m not leaving, and your precious Midnight Star goes where I go, so…"
"You are far too happy," says Varis to Dean, sighing. He turns his attention to Fen. "Do you not fear retaliation from your brothers?"
Fen nods. "The Druid has a point. We can’t be seen gallivanting around Inferna. We escaped hanging and are still wanted."
I shudder as I imagine being locked in the dungeons again, and Yami trembles on my shoulder. Oh, how I missed my baby dragon. I scratch his chin, soothing him, and he purrs and rubs his head against mine. No one seems to notice the behavior, so I assume Yami is keeping himself hidden again, invisible to all but me.
Dean laughs. "No one in my realm cares about politics. You’re safe here. Now, let me show you why the Moonlight Garden is the most popular city in all of the Seven Realms."
"The most popular city?" I raise an eyebrow. "And you think no one will report us to Levi? Not even someone passing through?"
Dean growls, clearly done with this conversation and ready to return to his palace.
Varis sighs, rubbing his tired eyes. "If we must stay, I can cast an illusion to hide who we are. Only a powerful wielder of magic could see through it, and only if they knew to look."
Dean grins. "Well, why didn’t you say so earlier, my good friend? You know, this illusion thingy seems incredibly useful. There’s this lady friend of mine, absolutely gorgeous. We didn’t leave things off so well, if you know what I mean. She still hates the sight of this pretty mug. So, maybe we could alter it for an occasion. Just keep it beautiful though, okay?"
Varis ignores the prince, addressing everyone else. "Each of us will be able to see through the illusion, but strangers will not. Understood?"
Fen purses his lips, looking down at the woman in his arms. "Cast the spell on Arianna's friends as well. I don't want the vampires here tempted to feed on them."
"And no illusion for me at the moment," says Dean. "My people must see their prince."
Varis nods and pulls a stone from a pouch around his neck. He mumbles words in a language I recognize as ancient Fae but don't understand, and a glimmer of magic shimmers over us, like a light rain on a warm day. For a moment, I see what Varis, Fen, Es, Pete, and even Baron will look like as someone else. Then the glimmer fades, and they return to normal. Pete's eyes are round and scared but he's still not saying anything. I think he's in shock.
"Neat trick. You'll have to teach me that," I say.
The Druid rolls his eyes. "I've been trying to teach you things exactly like this. Pay better attention."
Dean chuckles at my expense and leads us into his glowing city.
***
When we enter the Moonlight Garden, I lose my breath, and fall deep into its wonders. This is nothing like the rugged Stonehill, nor even the elegant Crystal Palace. This is like a dream, one in which everything moves slowly, for everything is too beautiful to experience in haste, and in which you are happy without even knowing why. It is a dream from which you do not wish to wake. It begins with the gates, carved from pure white wood, resembling a tree and branches that you can see between. It continues in the white and purple flowers, filling the air with scents I can only call intoxicating. Scents that makes me glance at Fen and wish we were alone. It follows in the cobbled paths, and the people that fill them, scantily clad in silver and black clothing, dancing to a primal beat that reverberates through the city, stirring my body to movement. It is found in the piper sitting on a beautiful boat as it glides through the canals, and he fills the passages with the sweet melody of wonder and bliss. It is there, when we arrive at the palace. A structure of the colors of night, glowing like the moon in the darkness, its spires vanishing in the pale blue clouds. Purple vines spill from its balconies, running into gardens where naked women and men swim in glorious fountains, spouting water that glows when disturbed. There is no place like this dream. No place like the Moonlight Garden.