Game of Crones by Lydia M. Hawke

Author:Lydia M. Hawke [Hawke, Lydia M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Michem Publishing

Keven scowled down at the three jars I’d unpacked. “That’s all you could find?”

“Long story,” I replied, easing myself onto the bench and wishing I’d thought to look through Edie’s kitchen for foodstuffs that had survived Gilbert’s kitchen rampage. I’d give my right arm for a—

The sight of Keven’s shoulder, still missing its arm, brought my thought up short. I would give a lot, I mentally amended, for a meal that consisted of more than juniper and pine-flavored broth. To take my mind off my pinched, incessantly growling stomach, I leaned an elbow on the table, cradled my chin in my hand, and focused on the gargoyle, who was still frowning at my meager offerings.

“Can you do anything with them?”

She huffed her displeasure. “I expected more.”

And I’d gotten more than I’d bargained for, with Gilbert’s incursion. Not to mention Edie’s revelation that I was the one who kept shutting her out, not vice versa.

“I’ve been yelling at you since the hospital,” she grumbled, “but you shut down tight in Natalie’s room and nothing I did got your attention. What happened in there?”

Of course, nothing had “happened,” but I’d had a good idea of what had been keeping Edie from communicating with me. When I’d sighed and told her about my epiphany regarding not being responsible for the entire world’s ills, she’d given a soft “huh” in response that had sounded remarkably like agreement. Or praise. Or both.

It was testament to our friendship that she hadn’t commented further on how effective my self-inflicted guilt had been at shutting me down—or on how long it had probably been doing so.

I brought my attention back to Keven.

“But?” I prodded, pointing at the three jars. “Can you still use them?”

“They’re better than nothing,” she allowed. “If I get the proportions and the magick right, the angelica’s energy might boost the power of the calendula enough to start the healing.”

Something in me relaxed. Keven might doubt herself, but I’d seen her healing magick at work, and I had every confidence in her ability. Plus, I conceded to myself, I wanted to believe in it. I needed to believe Lucan would get better, because without him—

My stomach gave an extra-loud grumble, and Keven looked sideways at me. “There is more soup on the stove,” she said. “I know it’s not much, but it will keep you nourished. We’ll have vegetables to put in it the day after tomorrow.”

And no meat until Lucan recovered enough to hunt. If he did.

“I’ll be fine,” I said. “Let’s just focus on Lucan.”

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