Unfortunately, Dad wasn’t finished. “I know this will be an … inconvenience, but I think it’s best for all concerned if you remain in your safe house for the duration of the Erlking’s stay.”

“No!” The word was out before I had a chance to think or in any way tone down my reaction. I shot to my feet and put some distance between my dad and myself.

“Seamus,” my mom said tentatively, “maybe we should…” Her voice trailed off at the cold look he gave her. It was beginning to seem like what backbone she had was fueled by alcohol. Right at that moment, I wished I had the stubborn drunk back.

I shook my head and folded my arms across my chest. “No way are you keeping me trapped down here for however long the Erlking decides to hang around!” I managed to keep myself from shouting, but just barely.

“It’s for your own safety,” he said, trying the same cold stare on me that he’d just used on my mom.

My will has always been stronger than hers, and it would take more than a look to make me back down. “No way!” I repeated. “You said yourself that he can’t attack people unless they attack him first. If you think I’m going to attack that guy, you’re nuts. He can’t hurt me, and you can’t lock me up in this dungeon like a prisoner.”

Anger sparked in his eyes, but his voice stayed level. “I can, and I will.” He rose to his feet, towering over me. “When you’ve had some time to calm down, you’ll see that it’s for the best.”

“Like hell I will!” Usually, I did a better job than this at keeping my temper under control around him. Partly because he was always so calm himself, and partly because he had way too much power over me for me to risk antagonizing him. But this was too much.

“You said yourself you won’t have any legal power over me when I turn eighteen,” I said. “And you want me to stay in Avalon for the rest of my life. If you keep me prisoner down here, I swear I’ll be out of Avalon the second I come of age.”

I’m not much of a weeper, but I wasn’t above a little manipulation. Instead of blinking away the tears that burned my eyes, as I usually would, I let a few spill down my cheeks. Dad had done everything in his considerable power to make my safe house into a homey, comfortable place. But the fact remained, it was a freakin’ dungeon, and no amount of pretty decorations could fully hide the fact.

I certainly didn’t want to get myself killed. I’m not a total moron. So I didn’t complain—much, at least—about having to live down here. And I didn’t complain—much—about always having a bodyguard nearby. But I honestly didn’t think I could stand it if Dad forced me to stay here until the Erlking decided it was time to go home, and I didn’t think the Erlking was a significant threat to me.

My dad isn’t exactly the easiest person to negotiate with. He’s had centuries—at least—of practice, and he has so much confidence in himself and in his decisions that once he takes a stand, he has no intention of budging. Ever.

He stared at me for a long time, and I could almost see the thoughts flitting back and forth through his head. Maybe he was wondering if there was a perfect argument he could use to change my mind. Or maybe he was wondering if I really meant what I said.

Finally, he let out a loud sigh, and his shoulders slumped. “All right,” he said, sounding like the words were being dragged out of him under torture. “I won’t insist you stay in the safe house constantly. But I will insist you not leave here without at least two powerful guardians, and that you always check with me first before you do.”

I was just beginning to relax, thinking I’d won the battle, when my dad dropped a bombshell.

“However, I think under the circumstances, you will have to skip your friend’s birthday party. It would be too great a security risk.”

I clamped my teeth down on the protest that wanted to erupt from my mouth. I knew Dad had never been thrilled with the idea of me going to Kimber’s party. Not only was Kimber a member of the Unseelie Court, while my dad was Seelie, she was also the daughter of Alistair Leigh, my dad’s chief political rival. Avalon is ruled by a Council consisting of six humans and six Fae. The thirteenth member of the Council—the Consul—breaks ties and is therefore in many ways the most powerful person in Avalon. The Consulship changes hands from Fae to human every ten years, and both my father and Kimber’s father hoped to win the position. My dad thought my attending her party might have political implications, and he’d made it clear he’d rather I skip it. I had made it equally clear that I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now, it looked like the stupid Wild Hunt was giving Dad just the excuse he needed to keep me from going.

He was waiting for my protest. I could see it in his eyes, in the stiff way he held himself. Instinct told me that he’d budged as much as he was going to, that it was in fact practically a miracle that he’d budged at all.

With Dad, I knew I had to pick my battles, and I tried to pick only those I had a hope of winning.

“Maybe the Hunt will be gone by Friday night,” I said, trying to sound hopeful, though these days I never expected my life to be that easy. Notice how I failed to explicitly agree to his terms …

Dad relaxed, and I guessed he hadn’t caught my verbal side step. “We can hope so,” he said, in a tone that said there was no hope in hell.

I barely heard him, because I was already beginning to plot how I would get to Kimber’s party even without my dad’s permission.