We hung up, and I texted Moira again.
After a few minutes of her ignoring me, I snorted and yanked my coat from the rack.
She could ignore me all she wanted on a normal day. This was too important to play petty games.
The drive over was short. Her car was parked in the drive, and Moira never had wards up, claiming if anyone wanted to get to her, they’d get what was coming to them.
I marched up to the porch, banged on the door, and screamed her name.
She answered right away, her brows lifting to her hairline. “I’m not ready to discuss this.”
I pushed my way inside. “Good. I’m not here for that anyway. Ben is missing.”
Moira blinked in surprise. “The Lord?”
“Yes. Any chance of getting our hands on two of those transportation potions or whatever the hell those were?”
She stared at me for a long moment and sighed. “Okay. You can’t get mad.”
“That’s a bad way to start a conversation. Why would I get mad? I figured getting more would be a long shot.”
She winced. “I can make them.”
I froze. That should be far outside of her capabilities. Or it used to be. Unless she’d been lying to me for the past seven or so years.
We had other things to worry about, but I had one burning question. “How long have you been able to make them?”
“Erm. About six months.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Alright. We can worry about it later. Can you spare two?”
“Can Caelan pay me for the ingredients? They’re expensive, and I work at a flower shop.”
“Assuming you don’t want me to tell him you can make those, I’d charge more.”
Relief filled her eyes. “Good. I will.” She wiped her hands down the front of the yoga pants. “Do you need to get to him?”
“Shit. Yes.” I sighed. “Can you spare three?”
“I can, but that’s all I have on hand right now. They take two weeks to make.”
I hated to take all of them.
Seeing my look, she shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. As long as you don’t tell anyone I can make these, I’m not worried about people bugging me for my stock.” She paused.
“But if you don’t mind, can you tell Caelan these are the only ones I can get my hands on? He shouldn’t rely on me for these.”
I nodded. “It won’t be an issue. He’s not pushy with that kind of stuff.”
A sly look slithered over her face. “Unless you’re married. Then he can raid my stock whenever he wants.”
I snorted. “Straight to jail for that.”
Moira laughed and headed to the back. “Follow me. One will take you to him and should last long enough to take you to Ben’s territory and back.” Her brow furrowed. “Maybe. Depends on how long you stay searching for him.”
“No idea. We’re trying to narrow down his location. They have someone trying to hack into Ben’s phone right now.”
“I’ll start a new batch when you leave.” She led me to her small library room and headed straight for the small fridge. Painted bookshelves crammed to the brim lined every wall. A brightly colored woven rug lay over the hardwood floor. A small table scattered with various herbs and tiny bottles sat beside an oversized recliner with a blanket carelessly tossed over the back. The room smelled of herbs, incense, and Moira.
