"Daddo," Liam leaned forward over the back of the seat to talk to his grandfather. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I tried." The old man sagged, hands grasping for Liam's, "but your mother wouldn't let me."

"You know she's Unseelie?" I glanced sideways at him, risking a look away from the headlong race I ran with Minnie.

His face snapped around. "She's what?"

Liam softly, sadly filled his grandfather in while I wished I could risk driving faster.

I've ...