Book Eight: Chapter 77

The king and queen were meant to be like the Seelie and Unseelie, two sides of the same coin. The nobility were chafing beneath her rule, and if they could somehow prove that Mike was giving her advice as if he was her equal...

The shapeshifter froze in place, suddenly overcome by instinct. Had somebody noticed it? After shifting its innards, the shapeshifter’s eyes closed and then opened on another part of its body, each pupil little more than a pinprick. Over by the side of the house, Grace Radley stood behind Yuki Radley, who was busy pulling a red wagon. The Arachne, clutching a stuffed bear, stared at the shapeshifter as if bypassing its layers of concealment entirely.

“Grace? What is it?” Yuki stopped pulling the wagon and knelt down next to the Arachne. “What are you looking at?”

“Bug.” The Arachne stuck out her tongue as if trying to catch something on it.

“Did you just eat it?”

“Not yet.” Grace turned her unsettling gaze away from the wall and