"Those are the rumors, darling." Leanansidhe sat back and puffed out a swarm of butterflies. They flittered around Claire, smelling of smoke and cloves, before writhing into nothingness. "So, you can see why I would be concerned, pet. I wanted to see the truth for myself."

She nods, "Understandable."

She nodded slowly. "Like it or not, dove, youve become a major player in this war. Youre balanced on the edge of everything--faery and mortal, Summer and Iron, the old ways and the march of progress. Which way will you fall? Which side will you choose? Youll forgive me if Im not a little concerned with your affairs and state of mind, darling. What are your plans, exactly, for the future?"

She frowns, thinking. "Get rid of the false king would be my first plan, but itd take a lot of planning." She mutters.

Ash took Claire's elbow and pressed something into her palm.

She glances up at him before looking down at her hand.

A small gold ring flickered in her palm, surrounded by a gently swirling aura of blue and green. It looked exactly like the one they'd taken from the tomb. "Remember when the oracle asked if you had the rings mate?" he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "At least one of us was thinking ahead."

She frowns down at it, "I dont get it..."

"You know the Iron fey are looking for Claire. We cant just wander around the mortal world without a plan. We need a place that will be secure from the false kings minions."

"Okay..."