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“Years?” Aiden asked incredulously. He knew she was always tinkering with them but hadn’t thought about what that meant.
“If we’re lucky.”
He looked around at her dream business and all of his pack’s homes. He couldn’t make them so vulnerable.
“I’ll talk to the other boys and see if it was one of them.”
“The other boys?” Her face was bleak.
He nodded once.
“What are we going to do?” she asked, this time swinging to look at the big house and the porch light flickering in the darkness.
“We’re going to twist some tails until they see sense, or we’re going to rip down those wards and get her home, and somehow convince her family not to seek revenge. I have to get going. She’s alone in the house.”
She frowned. “You left her alone in your house?”
“I wasn’t going to take her to Nathan’s! He’d try to steal her for himself, the old goat.”
“He’s not agoat. That’s the whole problem.”
“And I have to clean up the feathers.”
“The what?”
“Never mind.” He made a move to walk away.
“Have you eaten?” she asked with a bite in her voice. Mentally, he translated the question:Don’t let hunger be the reason you lose control.
“I have a craving for gingerbread all of a sudden,” he said with a grin.
“Aiden Theodore Scott, hassheeaten?”
He winced. “Probably? She definitely raided the pantry.”
“Does she have clothes?”
“Yes!”
“A toothbrush? A comb? Makeup?”
He groaned. “No, mother, in the mad dash to prevent ‘Shifter v. Witch, the Sequel,’ I didn’t stop for mascara.”
“I’m coming over.”
“Ma, it’s after midnight.” Even as he protested, he was thrilled at the idea. He wanted Goldie to know his mother. He wanted them to like each other.
And why did that matter? They would never see each other again.
Suddenly, he realized his mother might want to know her too. She’d been without a coven for most of her life. She said she never regretted that, but maybe it would be nice to talk to someone who understood her and would not fear her like most of the pack still did.
“We’d love to see you,” he said at last.
“Wewould?” she asked, a new light in her eyes.
“Iwould. She probably would as well. I’m sure she’s desperately missing mascara. Ma, my family kidnapped her. And now she’s trapped here. Don’t?—”
“Don’t what?”
