I raced up the stairs, knowing with cold, terrible certainty that I’d be too late.

“Sy!” I screamed, rushing into the open kitchen and living room. Nothing. Nobody. I could see nearly the whole span of the house, and out onto the patio as well through the chalet’s huge windows. Sy was nowhere. And the sweet, clear sense of Seelie magic was everywhere.

I wanted to scream, but somehow my voice was gone. My logical brain said look upstairs, look all over the ...