She probably had a name besides Yo-yo Girl, but the fae are funny about names, and no one wanted to give her a real one.
The fae who had belonged to the fairy queen were being housed in the reservation temporarily.
Some of them had no memory of how they'd come to follow the fairy queen.
Some of them were angry that I'd killed her, but not so angry they'd made any move against me.
Zee said that the Gray Lords were torn between anger at the way the fairy queen had used a forest lord and a black witch, and triumph at the proof that Underhill was returning some power to all of the fae.
There wasn't much left of my trailer except for a small pile of things that might be reused.
I hadn't lost the pole barn with my Vanagon inside.
I hadn't lost Medea or Samuel.
The first time I'd seen the place, there had been a coyote hiding under the porch, and I'd taken it as an omen.
When I'd finally bought it, I'd felt like I had a home for the first time in my life.
A home no one could take away from me.
"Saying good-bye?" I hadn't heard the Marrok, but Bran was like that.
"Yeah." I smiled at him so he'd know I didn't mind his presence.
"I meant to thank you for Samuel," Bran said.
I shook my head.
"It wasn't me.
It was Ariana--have you seen them together? Aren't they cute?" Ariana wasn't at Adam's house, though Samuel was.
She wasn't quite up to bearing a pack of werewolves celebrating madly.
Samuel had talked about her for twenty minutes, though.
Ariana hadn't managed to touch Samuel when he was a wolf--yet, Samuel had told me.
But she didn't have any trouble with Samuel the man, and she didn't have panic attacks around any of the werewolves--as long as they were calm and approached her one at a time in human form.
She'd just needed a reason to work on her phobias, he'd explained with great pride.
Bran had smiled when Samuel said that, the smile that said the Marrok had been up to something.
So he might have had something to do with her finding her way among the wolves.
Or maybe he just wanted me to think that.
I've found that I do better when I don't worry too hard about what Bran can and can't do.
"Ariana is a gift," said Bran.
"But if it hadn't been for what you did, Samuel wouldn't have been around to receive it." "That's what friends are for," I told him.
"Lift you when you're down--and kick you in the rump when you need it.
Adam helped.