Cliona smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Good. Then you know what needs to be done.”
I nodded.
“Your mother felt that,” Cliona said quietly. “I think everyone in the fae lands did. She will be vulnerable for a while.”
“Good,” I said, a savage smile sliding over my face. “Because when I find her, I’m going to make sure she feels everything she did to me, too.”
Evie’s eyes began to glow. “Can I help?”
I interlaced our fingers. “Sure can.”
We put our heads together and stayed like that for a long time, needing each other’s comfort more than we could put into words.
Chapter
Thirty
ETHAN
Ihad no idea why I was here. Saying I randomly showed up on her doorstep for chocolate chip cookies felt lame, but something had compelled me to come.
My hand hesitated over the door.
“Shit,” I swore quietly and was about to turn when the door opened.
Moira stood there, looking beautiful but haggard.
Deep circles lay under her eyes, and she appeared thinner than normal, which should be impossible. I’d just seen her a few days ago.
“Moira?” I stepped toward her. “Are you alright?”
She waved a pale hand and stepped back to hold the door open. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
She closed the door and went straight to the kitchen. I hung my jacket on the hook by the door and followed her.
Several batches of cookies lay cooling on trays. I inhaled and sighed. Chocolate chip, something with caramel, maybe a sugar cookie, and also something else on the stove.
A small smile teased Moira’s lips. “Hungry?”
For many things. “Yes.”
She lifted her gaze to mine. “For dinner?”
The witch’s words came back to me, but standing here staring at this pale woman made me realize nothing she said was true. Something fucked up was going on, but Moira wasn’t the one responsible. I almost went to her then and had to stop myself.
Sarah.
I had to think of Sarah.
Moira turned away and lifted the lid off something bubbling on the stove. She stirred and turned the burner down.
“Mind putting the strainer in the sink for me?” she asked over her shoulder.
I hurried to do as she asked. Moira drained a large batch of pasta and put it back in the pan.
“I’m having chicken mushroom pasta if you want some.”
