My jaw fell to the fucking floor. “Wife?”
Chapter
Twenty-Four
“You’d think after not knowing your daughters for essentially their entire lives, you’d start the relationship off with a little bit of honesty,” I snarled, twisting my hair into a braid.
“I definitely kind of thought there was something going on between them, but I wasn’t thinking that something was marriage,” Delani said, passing me a hair tie. I just finished filling her in on the details of our meeting, and she was equally as surprised as the rest of us.
“Okay, I grabbed everything I could find that had information about enchanters and Eloise.” Pia barged into my room, her arms full of books which she tossed on the rug in the middle of the floor. “I hate that I have the same jewel as that slimy bitch,” she spat, dropping crossed-legged on the rug.
“I hate that I don’t evenhavea jewel,” Delani retorted.
“We can ship you off to Draemor and have Beaumont turn you into one of his mutantchildren,” I teased, and the suggestion made her drop the idea.
The sunlight drifted into my room through the open window, along with a gentle breeze that blew the curtains. We eachselected a book, scanning over every detail to find anything that might explain what Venay did to the journal and how she did it.
After what was at least an hour of quiet, I could feel the tension in the room rising, and knowing Pia, she was about to?—
“So, Maeve,” Pia began, and I raised my skeptical eyes over my book.
“Pia?”
“What’s going on with you?” She flipped a page of her book on healing tactics.
“What do you mean?”
“I think she's referring to your birthday party meltdown,” Delani clarified. She closed her current read, replacing it for a thickly binded book on spells.
“I didn’t have a meltdown,” I corrected. At least not in front of them.
“Yeah, right,” Delani scoffed. “You stormed off with a bottle of whiskey. I can only imagine what happened when you got back to your room.”
My eyes bulged. “What? Nothing happened in my room,” I stuttered frantically.
“And how weird you were acting the next morning,” Pia added.
“I wasn’t acting weird,” I insisted, though if you knew me at all, you could hear the lie in my tone.
“Oh please. You were all sullen and saying how youdid something bad,” Pia mocked.
I shuffled on the ground uncomfortably. “Oh. That.”
“Yeah.That,” Pia imitated.
I cleared my throat and flipped the page of my reading material. “It’s nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.”
I didn’t want to keep things from them, but how the hell was I supposed to just admit that I hardcore made-out with freaking Sawyer?
Pia raised a hand to her pink lips. “Oh my gods. Did you and Seb…you know?”
“Pft. I wish.”
My own hand located my mouth.
Pia’s grin threatened to tear into her cheeks. “I knew you two would make up.”
Brushing her off, I reached for a leather-bound silver book. There was no title on the cover, but when I brushed the dust away from the title page, my jaw drew taut.
