Maybe it wasn't the Diamond Dogs. Maybe I'd laced my wine with something other than fennel seeds, but no. The four walls steadily skated across the wooden floor with a great racket. More bricks crashed to the floor. Dishes clanked in the cupboards. The poppies bounced wildly in their vase. The chaos robbed the air from my lungs and instantly sobered me.

I stretched my arms wide at either side. "Freir!"

Blue, smoky tendrils seeped along the sleeves of my sweater ...