“A few hours from now. I’m getting up and heading to the Keep. I’ll let you know if I hear anything about your antics.”
I winced. “Let’s hope the snow cooperated. How’s Garrett?”
Caelan grunted. “Fine, but I plan to punch his face in later.”
“Ah. Too soon?”
“Wait at least two weeks before asking me about my Second.”
“Done.”
We hung up, and I tried to put my unease about the men at my door to the back of my mind.
Moira camein half an hour later, relief filling her when she saw me. “I wasn’t sure you’d be in today.”
“Healing takes it out of me, depending on the injury, but I feel fine today.”
She studied me. “What’s wrong?”
I told her about the men at my door. Moira frowned. “Should we make an announcement on social media?”
I blanched. “And say what? Sorry, Evie is not in the market for a husband. We’d like to discourage men from showing up at her shop?”
A shudder racked my body at the thought. “That will do nothing but encourage weirdos. I want to lie low and find the person who started this to begin with.”
Moira set her bag down and started counting the drawer. “You don’t think the order came from the Lords?”
“It’s possible. Even likely, but until I know for sure, I don’t want to react too strongly.”
Moira laughed. “As in, you don’t want one of us to get Garrett almost killed again?”
I rubbed a hand over my face and sighed. “That was too close. But I still can’t figure out how Thorvin knew exactly where we were.”
Moira tugged off her jacket and cap and hung them on the rack. “Me too. It’s possible he picked up my scent around the house, but I usually move too fast for any to linger. Still doesn’t explain how he fired with such unnerving accuracy.”
“Caelan warned us about him. All the Lords actually. Which we already knew. But if the others can do what Thorvin can, we should refrain from trespassing on their property.”
But Moira didn’t look deterred. She shrugged. “This just means we need to be more careful next time. We can go in on foot and do surveillance before we move in.”
I eyed her. “You sound like a military dude planning a siege.”
Her eyes lit up. “Yeah? Cool.”
“Err. Not cool.” I poured her a cup of tea and a cup of coffee for me and carried it to the register area.
She cupped her mug and lifted it, bringing the tea up to her nose and inhaled. “Mmm.”
But I wasn’t finished. “Are you alright? You’ve been different for a while?”
Her easy smile fell away. “I’m fine.”
Which told me she was anything but fine. “You haven’t been the same since…”
My voice trailed off as I thought about it. “Since that night at the Keep.”
The night I’d turned into the natural form of my Chimera and sent magic flooding through Caelan’s lands. But I wasn’t the only powerful being there flinging magic everywhere. Rhona and Finn were there, my mother, a powerful goddess in her own right, and my father, Cernunnos, the Fae King. My look turned thoughtful.
“Something happened to you.”
