Ironside by Holly Black

the things he touched. But it wasn’t him withering. Only everything else. He imagined all the things he hated, all the things he could destroy, and found his grip on the cup so tight that the cardboard bent and coffee splashed his leg.
    Kaye pushed though the front door with enough force to nearly send it crashing against the side of the building. Lutie fluttered alongside her, darting out into the safety of the air.
    Corny stood up reflexively.
    Kaye paced back and forth on the steps. “She pretty much hates me. I guess I should have pretty much expected that.”
    “Well, then I’m not bringing her a soda,” Corny said, popping the tab and taking a swig. He made a face. “Ugh. Diet.”
    Kaye didn’t even smile. She wrapped her purple coat around herself. “I’m going to get back the other Kaye for her. I’m going to switch us back.”
    “But…Kaye.” Corny struggled to find the words. “You’re her daughter, and that other kid…she doesn’t even know Ellen. Ellen doesn’t know her.”
    “Sure,” Kaye said hollowly. “It might be awkward at first, but they’ll work it out.”
    “It’s not that simple—,” Corny started.
    Kaye cut him off. “It is that simple. I’m going to call the number on that piece of paper and go see the Queen. If she wants something from me, then I have a chance of getting the other Kaye back.”
    “Sure. I bet she’d trade Chibi-Kaye for your head on a platter,” Corny said, frowning.
    “ Chibi -Kaye?” Kaye looked as if she didn’t know whether to laugh or hit him.
    He shrugged. “You know, like in those mangas where they draw the cute, small version of a character.”
    “I know what a chibi is!” She dug around in her pocket. “Give me your cell phone for a second.”
    He looked at her evenly. “You know I’m coming with you, right?”
    “I don’t—,” Kaye started.
    “I can handle it,” Corny said before she could finish. “Just because this is dumb doesn’t mean you get to do it alone. And I don’t need your protection.”
    “And I don’t want to screw up your life more than I already have!”
    “Look,” Corny said. “Before, you mentioned that maybe this Fixer guy would know something about my curse. We would have called this person and I would have gone with you anyway.”
    “Fine, okay, okay. Cell?”
    “Let me call,” Corny said, holding out his hand.
    Kaye sighed, seeming to deflate. She held out the paper. “Fine.”
    Corny punched in the number, although it took a few tries with the thick gloves. The phone rang once and a computer voice said, “Hit pound and dial your number.”
    “Pager,” he said to Kaye’s questioning look. “Yeah, your guide to the Seelie Court is totally a dealer.”
    Lutie settled on Kaye’s shoulder and grabbed a clump of green hair, wrapping it around her tiny body like a cloak. “Bitter coldy cold,” she said.
    “Let’s head toward your car. Maybe by the time we get there, he’ll call back.”
    Corny jumped off the steps. “Otherwise, we can sleep in the back covered in fast-food garbage like the brother and sister in ‘Babes in the Wood’ who got—”
    “Lutie,” Kaye said, interrupting him. “You can’t come. You have to watch over my mom. Please. Just to make sure that she’s okay.”
    “But it smells and I’m bored.”
    “Lutie, please. Where we’re going—it could be dangerous.”
    The little faery flew up, wings and clotted cream hair making her seem like a tossed handful of snow. “I’m half sick of iron, but I will stay. For you. For you.” She pointed one toothpick-tiny finger down at Kaye as she rose toward the apartment window.
    “We’ll come for you as soon as we can,” Corny called, but he was relieved. Sometimes it was tiring trying not to stare at her delicate hands or her miniature bird-black eyes. There was nothing human about her.
    As they crossed the street, Corny’s phone rang. He flipped it open. “Hey.”
    “What you want?” It was a young man’s