They crossed the glen, passing very close to the deer, who still didnt run away, and crossed the little stream.

As soon as they were on the other side, they could feel a tingle of magic, like they were jumping through an invisible barrier. Ther were no longer staring at empty forest but an enormous, two-story lodge with a veranda that circled the entire upper deck and smoke writhing from the chimney. The front of it stood on stilts, a good twenty-something feet off the ground, and gave the front deck a fantastic view of the whole clearing.

She looks up at the building.

"Thats Leanansidhe," Ash said, sounding amused. "She could have glamoured the outside to look like a rundown cabin instead of hiding the whole thing, but I dont think thats her style." He gazed up at the looming structure and frowned. "I hear music." She could, too. It was piano music.

She looks down at Grim, "Is Puck already in there?"

"Yes. He cannot go back to Oberon," Grimalkin said, leaping up the stairs. "Oberon exiled him when he came after you. He disobeyed the kings orders and has been banished from the Nevernever."

She shakes her head with a sigh, "Of course."

Inside the living room, a cheerful fire crackled in the hearth and the dark strains of piano music pounded from the corner. Charles sat at the piano bench, his lank brown hair falling into his eyes, his skinny shoulders hunched over the keys. Slouched a few feet away, with his shoes on the coffee table and his hands behind his head, was Puck. Puck caught her gaze and smirked.

She smiles back before looking over at the piano.

Charles was there. Playing.

She watches.