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I wasn't playing. Her forced stay here ensured she wasn't either. She'd hated me for this initially but had grown more civil after the war started. She considered Leith's actions an insult to our family. It was bizarre logic, but seeing as it had stopped her temper tantrums, I welcomed it.

"Do you ... need anything?" I asked. A stupid question to ask someone who wanted freedom.

She pointed to the iPod lying beside her. "It needs charging again." It always needed charging. Normal battery life aside, the Otherworld interfered with electronics. "Books or magazines or something. I'd kill for a TV."

I smiled. That one was out of my reach. "Sometimes I would too when I'm here."

"How'd it go with that Linden lady? Is she going to help us beat up Katrice?" Jasmine's moping face suddenly turned fierce. She had powers similar to mine, and while not as strong, they could still cause a lot of damage. If I'd let her loose, Jasmine would probably march right over to the Rowan Land and try to bring the castle down.

"I don't know. I'm not getting my hopes up."

Jasmine's gray eyes turned calculating, making her seem wiser than her fifteen years should be capable of. "As long as you and Dorian stay together, you're the badasses around here - especially you." Surprisingly, there was no sneer as she said this. "But you've gotta make sure Maiwenn doesn't join Katrice. You know she's thinking about it."

Yes, despite her often pouty and childish attitude, Jasmine was smart. "You're right," I said. "But thinking and doing are two different things. You said it yourself: Dorian and I are badasses. I don't think she's going to want to mess with us."

There was something comfortable about being able to have a discussion with someone not using the gentry's formal language construction.

"Probably not. But she's scared to death you're going to have our father's heir." Jasmine eyed me carefully. "You haven't changed your mind, have you? You and Dorian certainly do it enough."

"That's none of your business," I said, wondering if that servant had already talked about what she'd seen in bed.

"Tell that to Dorian. He brags about it all the time."

I groaned, knowing it was true. "Well, regardless, I'm not having kids anytime soon."

"You should," Jasmine said. "Or let me. Katrice would totally back off."

"And then Maiwenn really would come after us." Maiwenn ruled the Willow Land and was very much against Storm King's prophecy coming true. She also had a few other reasons for not liking my alliance with Dorian - or rather, her associates did.

"Yeah," said Jasmine. "But you could still kick her ass."

I rose and scooped up the iPod, putting it in my satchel. "Let's stick to one ass-kicking at a time."

An awkward silence fell. How odd that we'd just had a civil conversation. I'd grown up an only child, sometimes wishing I had a sister. The one I'd ended up with was hardly what I'd expected, but maybe I should be grateful for even this.

"Well," I said at last. "I'll see you soon."

She nodded and picked up the velvet, scowling at it as though it had given her personal offense. I was almost at the door when she suddenly said, "Eugenie?"

I glanced back. "Yeah?"

"Will you bring me some Twinkies?"

I smiled. "Sure."

She didn't look up from her embroidery, but I was almost certain she smiled too.

Chapter 3

I might have come to accept being queen of the Thorn Land, and it was hard not to grow attached to a place you had a spiritual connection to. Nonetheless, nothing the Otherworld offered would ever take the place of my home in Tucson. It was a small house, but in a nice neighborhood, near the Catalina Mountains north of the city. Gateways between the worlds existed all over, facilitating travel, but I had an "anchor" in my home, meaning once I shifted out of the Thorn Land's gate, I was able to materialize directly in my bedroom. An anchor could be any object tied to your essence.

My roommate Tim, who hadn't seen me in a few days, was understandably shocked when I came strolling into the kitchen.

"Jesus Christ, Eug!" he exclaimed. He'd been flipping pancakes at the stove. "We've got to put a bell around your neck or something."

I grinned and had an inexplicable urge to hug him - though I knew that would freak him out even more. After all the craziness in the Otherworld, his normality was a welcome sight. Well, "normality" might have been an