To my surprise, Ethan laughed. “Was I an asshole to you, too?”
“At first, but I don’t think you were ever as mean to me as you were to Evie. I wasn’t a threat to you.”
He huffed a laugh. “That can’t possibly be true,” he murmured. “I’d argue you’re far more dangerous to me than Evie ever was.”
His thumbs dug into the arch of my foot. A low groan escaped me.
“You’re holding a lot of tension in this area. If you were a human, I’d recommend seeing a doctor to get your kidneys checked.”
I blinked. “You’re into reflexology?” This was a side to him I’d never seen.
“Not really. Sarah insisted I learn it, mostly because she likes foot rubs.”
Ouch.
And just like that, the camaraderie between us shattered.
I tugged my foot from his hand and tucked my legs under my thighs.
Ethan closed his eyes. “Yep. I cringed as soon as I heard myself.”
“You should probably go.”
Ethan nodded. “I want you to know I’m going to figure this out, Moira. And when I do, I’m going to come back, and you and I are going to hash out whatever this is between us.”
I reached over and sandwiched his hand between mine. Magic rose between us, that awful spell wrapping around our wrists. Ethan’s eyes glazed over.
“Remember,” I whispered. “One memory at a time, Ethan. Remember.”
I let him go. The magic dissipated. Ethan blinked a few times.
“What was I saying?”
I stood, my legs still shaky. The food had helped some, but I was already hungry again. Not sure how much longer I would last without blood. I’d have to call Evie tonight and ask for her help.
“You were just saying you wanted to take some cookies home.”
“Oh.” He blinked again. “Yes. That sounds about right.” He put on his jacket and watched as I packed up his cookies. I put them in a paper bag this time because I didn’t have enough storage containers to keep losing them to Sarah.
I handed him the cookies and another bag I packed up for him.
“What are these?”
“Travel potions.” I explained how to use them and told him not to take more than one per day.
He frowned and peered into the bag before shaking his head. “Have I used these before?”
“Many times.”
Once he was at the door, Ethan stopped and turned. A weird look stole over his face.
“Ethan?”
“I—” He looked down at the cookies in his hand. “I like your browned butter chocolate chip cookies the most.”
Relief stole through me. “I know.”
He blinked. “I don’t know why I said that. But I do. How do I know that?”
