Now I really was worried. I crossed the room and put a hand on his forehead. He didn't feel hot, or at least not hotter than his usual temperature, which ran higher than a normal human's.
He caught my hand and held it to his cheek, and then he closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. Then he grinned at me like nothing weird was happening, but I didn't feel entirely reassured, because those flecks of amber were still sparkling in his green, green gaze.
When we walked outside, we found a giant eagle perched on the porch railing. He cocked his head and bright yellow eyes followed our movements.
"Mackenzie," Jack growled.
The familiar haze of magic that accompanied the shift surrounded the bird and, seconds later, Logan stood there in jeans, running shoes, and a Dead End Pawn T-shirt.
He smiled at me and shrugged. "I borrowed it from Jack. Seemed appropriate."
Jack growled again, louder, but then shook his head hard, as if trying to dislodge something inside his skull. I was worrying that maybe the box or something else Fae actuallywasinfluencing him, whether he realized it or not.
"Jack?"
He took my hand in his. "I'm okay, Tess. I'll explain later."
Then Logan caught sight of Jed, and his eyebrows shot to his hairline. "What happened to you? Holy sh—crap!"
"The Fae magic in the box, evidently," Jed said, turning to look at his reflection in the window. "Is it really that—oh.Oh."
"Yeah, it's really that amazing," Logan said, still staring. "Does that work on everybody old? Or just you? Because we could make some real money here—"
I cut him off. "Just him. Eleanor wasn't affected at all, and she's in her early sixties."
Logan shrugged, still staring at Jed. "Okay. I was in Orlando, talking to some contacts in the Unseelie Fae world."
"The Unseelie were petty criminals in my day," Jed said grimly.
"Petty criminals and lowlifes," Jack said. "Just Mackenzie's type."
Logan bared his teeth in what was definitely not a smile. "I was never petty."
"Boys," I said, my head hurting again. "Enough, please. Seelie are the light and Unseelie are the dark Fae?"
The eagle shifter blew out a breath. "It's not that simple. The Seelie Court was always the aristocracy—the golden folk. So beautiful you can't imagine, and with magical powers almost beyond comprehension. The Unseelie Court formed when what the elites considered to be a 'lower class' of Fae revolted against the system and formed their own Court."
"I can't blame them for that, being an American," I said honestly. "I'd never put up with that, either."
"It's not that simple," Jack said. "But it's a very long conversation for another time."
Logan nodded. "The people I talked to all claim they've never heard of a dream walker in the Autumn Court. Never heard of my sister or her Bargain."
"Had they heard of you?" Jack asked.
Logan's face darkened. "Yeah. They had. So, either they're lying to me about Iona, or something really weird is going on."
"Or both," I said sympathetically. "I'm sorry, but it doesn't seem like the Fae can be trusted to tell the truth, whether or not they can technically lie."
Logan closed his eyes, and a look of genuine pain crossed his face. No matter who he was or what he'd done in the past, I felt horrible for him. I knew how I'd feel if one of my family was missing and possibly in danger.
"I'm really sorry," I repeated, because I was. "We're going for lunch. Do you want to join us?"
He opened his eyes and stared at me. "You're just like him," he muttered, but before I could ask what he meant, he shook his head. "Thanks, but I need to get going. I got some leads from Orlando that point me to a guy in Miami."
"Are you going to fly down there?" I didn't see Jack's bike in my parking lot.
Logan's lips twitched in not-quite a smile. "No, the bike will be a lot faster than my wings."
