Ethine shrugged. "It is to take place in neutral territory—Hart Island off of New York—a day from tonight. At best, my brother could win the Unseelie Court a few years of peace, perhaps long enough to build up a larger legion of fey or a better strategy. At worst, he could lose his lands and his life.”
"Doesn't sound worth it," Corny said.
"No, wait," said Kaye, shaking her head. "The problem is that it sounds totally worth it. It sounds possible for him to win. I bet Roiben thinks he can beat Talathain. Silarial didn't want them to go at it today, but Roiben didn't seem to mind. Why would she give him even a chance to win?”
Luis shrugged. "Maybe it's no fun if it's too easy to take over the Unseelie Court?”
"Maybe she's got some other plan," Kaye said. "Some way to give Talathain an advantage.”
"What about cold iron bullets?" Corny said. "Fits in with her use of that big rig. She's on a whole mortal tech kick.”
"Is any bullet really more terrible than an arrowhead that burrows through your skin to strike your heart?" Ethine asked. "No mortal weapon will kill him.”
Luis nodded. "Then Roiben's name. That's the most obvious, right? Then the whole duel becomes a smoke screen because she can force him to lose.”
"Whatever my Queen's plan, I imagine it is beyond your ken," said Ethine.
The waitress came and poured coffee into their cups. Corny raised his in one yellow-gloved hand. "Here's to us." He looked at Ethine. "Brought to this table by friendship or fate—or because you're a prisoner—and here's to the sweet balm of coffee, by the grace of which we shall accomplish the task before us and ken what we need to ken. Okay?”
The three of them lifted their cups of coffee and clinked them together. Kaye clinked her cup against Ethine's.
Corny closed his eyes in bliss as he took his first sip. Then he sighed and looked over at them. "Okay, so what were we talking about?”
"The plan," Kaye said. "The plan we don't have.”
"It's hard to come up with a scheme to thwart some other scheme you don't even know about," Luis said.
"This is what I think we should do," said Corny. "Lay low until after the duel. We surround ourselves with iron and keep her for insurance." He gestured toward Ethine with his coffee spoon, and a few drops spattered on the table. One hit the faerie woman's gown, soaking into the strange fabric. "So, Kaye, if you're the linchpin of Silarial's plan, the plan won't happen. The duel will go fairly. May the best monster win.”
"I don't know," said Kaye. The waitress set a steaming plate in front of her. Her mouth watered at the smell of the cooked onions. Across the table, Luis picked up a mozzarella stick and dredged it through a dish of sauce. "I feel like we should be doing something more. Something important.”
"Do you know what fairy chess is?" Corny asked.
Kaye shook her head.
"It's what they call it when you change the rules of the game. Usually it's just a single variation.”
"They really call it that?" Kaye asked. "Like in chess club?”
He nodded. "And I should know.”
"There were absolutely no blueberries in that pie, were there?" Ethine asked as she climbed into the car beside Kaye, the handcuffs taut.
"Dunno," said Corny. "How was it?”
"Barely edible," said Ethine.
"Right there, that is the great thing about diners. The food is much tastier than you would think. Like those mozzarella sticks.”
"My mozzarella sticks," Luis said as he started the car.
Corny shrugged, a wicked grin spreading across his features. "Worried about getting my germs?”
Luis looked panicked, then abruptly angry. "Shut it.”
Kaye poked Corny in the back of his neck, but when he turned to her, his expression was hard to decipher. She tried to mouth a question. He shook his head and turned back to the road, leaving her more puzzled than before.
She leaned against the cushions of the seat, letting her glamour slip away with relief. She was coming to hate the weight of it.