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probably got the whole Irish army looking for us by now. Come on, grab your clothes!”
    Mackenzie shook her head. “I’m staying.”
    â€œWhat do you mean, you’re staying?”
    â€œI think we should wait here, like Maigret told us to.”
    â€œAre you crazy ?” Breanne stared in disbelief at her sister. “You can’t be serious. What if she puts a lock on the trapdoor when she comes back? This is our chance to get away!”
    â€œI’m not crazy!” Mackenzie replied angrily. “But if we’d waited for Uncle Eamon like I wanted to, we wouldn’t be here! And we wouldn’t be here either if you hadn’t made us keep walking into the fog, or if you hadn’t gone after that stupid faery ring!”
    â€œ Faery ring,” Breanne said in disgust. “You seriously believe that psycho?”
    â€œWell, what if she’s telling the truth?”
    Breanne’s entire head rolled back with her eyes this time. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. Get real, Mackenzie. We’re lost, but we’re not in Faeryland!”
    â€œI don’t care what you say this time. I’m staying,” said Mackenzie.
    â€œFine.” Breanne opened the trapdoor. “It’s not like I can drag you across the water. I’ll send someone to get you as soon as I can.”
    The shack seemed to get darker the instant Breanne disappeared down the ladder. Mackenzie waited a few seconds and then called down softly, “Breanne?”
    There was a faint splash. “I’m down,” said Breanne. “Throw me my basket of clothes.”
    â€œWait,” said Mackenzie. “I really don’t think we should be separated.”
    â€œAre you coming then?”
    Mackenzie clenched her hands. “I don’t know—”
    â€œWell, make up your freakin’ mind! I’m up to my waist in freezing water.”
    â€œAll right, all right—I’m coming.”
    â€œGet your clothes then,” said Breanne. “We’re not coming back.”
    Mackenzie quickly wrapped some bread, a few dried fish and a small jug of water in a scrap of cloth she found at the bottom of a basket. She stuffed the bundle into the basket with her wet clothes and started down the ladder.

    With every step they took toward the illuminated shoreline, Mackenzie’s heart beat a little faster. The music coming from the island made her feel strangely light-headed. Even the air was different the closer they got to land. It was thicker, and it left a sickly sweet aftertaste in her mouth.
    â€œThis is wrong, Breanne,” Mackenzie whispered when they were only a few dozen yards offshore. “Can’t you feel it? It’s like a giant magnet is pulling us in. Let’s go back, before it’s too late.”
    â€œToo late for what?” Breanne said. “This is cool! Someone’s having an awesome party over here, and we get to crash it!”
    Mackenzie stopped. “Just this once, listen to me,” she begged. “We’re in way over our heads this time.”
    Breanne was still wading forward. She didn’t respond.
    â€œPlease, Breanne, what about Maigret’s warning?”
    â€œWhat about it?” Breanne said with a dismissive laugh. “I’m not going to sit in a dirty shack for a week and miss this. This is like something from a dream!”
    â€œOr a nightmare,” Mackenzie said as her sister continued moving toward the shore. “Wait, Breanne. Wait!”
    Breanne looked over her shoulder. “Don’t you ever get tired of being such a wuss, Mackenzie? Go back and hide if you want to. I’m going to have some fun.”
    â€œPlease, Bree!”
    Mackenzie held her breath for a few seconds. The water rippled around her as she started moving forward again.

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    M ackenzie stepped out of the water a few seconds after her sister. She let the borrowed