I paused at the bottom of the stairs by the heavy wooden bookcase and reached for Shaylee. She came slowly, unhappily, her Sidhe power sliding over the carved oak. The Gate's magic responded instantly, the whole structure swinging gently aside to let me in. I understood her dislike, but it was getting a little old. It's not like the Gate was going to spring open and Thalion, prince of the Seelie, would rush through and kidnap us or anything.

At least, I was pretty sure that ...