“I’m San,” the man said. “I always knew I was a changeling. My family never got my jokes. What other explanation could there have been?”
He laughed, showing yellow teeth, and nudged the woman beside him, who Siofra hadn’t noticed until now and who was dressed all in gray, from headscarf to suede boots.
“This is Marta,” San said. “She must think you’re OK, if you can see her. I came here as soon as I found the trees. They only open for us Fey.”
“Why are we here?”
“In the Halfway House? Dunno,” San said.
Marta spoke, her voice low and rough-edged, like a crow’s.
“Matron said it was to get the stink of human off us.”