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“She does? She did? Oh, my.” More tears, then Yvonne turned to Griffin. She stared at him but didn’t say a word.
He glanced toward the windows. The sky still wasn’t light out, but he felt a strong warning vibration down his spine. When Sandra placed her hand on his arm and nodded her encouragement, he made his decision. “Get me directions. I can get us over there in time, but Sandra and I will have to spend the night in Eva’s home.” He finished his beer and shoved Owen from the booth.
Owen bear-hugged him again, as Virginia whipped her phone from her pocket and made the call. “No, Eva, they can’t talk. They have to get airborne right now or you’ll have a fried vampire on your hands as well as a blistered fae.”
She ended the call and as they moved toward the door, Virginia told them how to get to the farm.
Griffin put his hand on Virginia’s head. “Make picture in your mind.”
“You can do that?” Virginia asked, eyes wide.
“Hell, yes.”
Virginia closed her eyes and concentrated.
“Got it.” To Sandra and Yvonne, he added, “This is going to be quick. Get ready.”
The women trailed after him as he headed to the door. He heard Owen say to Virginia, “Dawn’s coming. Looks like I’m going to have to spend the night here. Got an extra room?”
“Nope. But I’ve got a bed and you’re welcome in it.”
He heard Owen chuckle in that deep, rowdy way of his.
After listening to his brother-in-arms, Griffin was hit hard but in the best way that he’d made it out of the fortress alive. He was home.
He waved to Owen, and Owen lifted his chin then smiled.
Yeah, he was home.
Once outside, each woman hopped up on his foot and the moment he had them tight against his sides, he shot into the air. He could feel the dawn coming like a freight train.
~ ~ ~
Sandra’s heart raced as Griffin flew north past Juniango and into a rolling countryside. She held Yvonne’s hand across the broad stretch of Griffin’s chest.
The trip took a whole fifteen seconds. Had to be a new record.
When Griffin began his descent, the housekeeper’s grip on her hand increased. Sandra’s heart thumped so loud that she felt as though she was the one coming home and not Yvonne.
Griffin landed fifteen feet from the front door on a gravel path. Pansies in a variety of colors had been planted by the scores on either side of the walkway. A well-kept winter lawn also showed the love and care of a serious gardener.
The front porch light came on and the door opened. A lovely female troll with a baby on her hip opened the door. Her lips were in a round ‘o’. “Mama?”
“Eva!” the housekeeper cried as she stepped off Griffin’s boot. She didn’t lose her balance this time, not even a little. She ran to the woman and an embrace followed that soon had the baby crying.
Eva drew back and comforted the child. “We got the phone call from Juniango barely a minute ago. We all thought you were dead.”
“Not dead. But after all this time, I wasn’t even sure you’d remember me.”
Eva looked shock, her complexion paling. “You’re my mama. How could I ever forget you?”
More tears followed, including the baby’s. But Griffin had to disrupt the reunion since he could feel the dawn pounding a warning inside his head.
Eva apologized profusely for keeping them standing outside, then invited them into her house.
A few minutes later, Sandra stood off to the side of the large living room, Griffin’s arm around her, his hand on her waist. She leaned against his chest, his summery field scent giving her comfort.
It was a beautiful thing to be with him while she watched Yvonne and Eva sitting side by side on the couch, hands clasped tightly together. Each smiled with tears brimming and rolling. Sixty years had passed since mother and daughter had seen each other.
