Book Eight: Chapter 116

“I call out to the lady of the lake,” Beth said once her silent alarm buzzed in her pockets. As midnight was the boundary between two days, this was supposed to be a metaphor for speaking across the boundary of worlds. She knelt down and placed a piece of bread covered with honey on a rock that was by the water’s edge. “Consider this a gift, freely given. I do not seek thee for my own benefit, but to pass on a message from your sister who I know as Nyx, Princess of the Seelie Court.”

She sat in the dark and waited, even though Beth had felt the water of the lake shift beneath the surface as she sat. Whoever was down there was making her wait. Beth wasn’t too worried. At this point, she figured they were just screwing with her and hoping she would leave so they could bitch about her in a later conversation.

Still, she had brought a gift, and there was a limit to being fashionably late. Though she couldn’t see it with her eyes, she could feel the surface of the water break