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“Okay, so maybe verbalize that to him—”

“I might have told him that in some variation.”

“Men need reminders,” Savannah tacked on. “Never does any harm to repeat something until it’s set in stone.”

“Very true,” Aela agreed with a hard chuckle.

“So verbalize it again and then say you would like to give Sunday dinner a try with the family.

“And while I’ve no desire to help the old bitch, I’d like to suggest that you think about how you need Lena to atone too.

“Before you say she can’t, I know that, but I think I’m the only one who’d find it entertaining if you blank Lena at her own dinner table.”

“It wouldn’t be fair to everyone, would it?”

“Nah, not really, but as I said before, that doesn’t mean you have to make it easy on her.

“Did you know Conor used to have nightmares as a kid and she wouldn’t comfort him back to sleep?” I sniffed. “I’ll deal with her, but I won’t sort out her fucking kitchen.” If that was pointed at Savannah, then so be it.

She took the hit with an eye roll.

Aoife bit her lip. “I need to think about it.”

“Be odd if you didn’t.” I patted her arm. “Your life’s been in stasis since everything came out. Some things going forward, and others going backward. We both need to embrace the future because we can’t do anything about the past.”

“Wise words,” Camille intoned gently as she held out a plate for me to take. Seeing as mine was still full, I shoved it at Aoife.

“Eat,” I directed. “They might not be as good as yours but they’re still good.”

Her eyes were slightly dazed. “Thank you.”

“No worries.”

“No,” she repeated, tone firmer, her hand reaching for my free one. As she squeezed, she said, “Thank you.”

My lips quirked in a half-smile. “My pleasure.”

“I-I have an apple pie over there for Conor,” she mumbled.

“He’ll appreciate that,” I said softly, aware she was still reeling from the unintentionally emotional conversation we’d just had.

Nodding, she bowed her head and seemed to drift off from the conversation as other chats came into being around the table as we all, silently, agreed to let her come to terms with what had just been discussed.

Around ten minutes into the shift in conversation, I received a text from Conor with a new song. I popped an earbud in so I could listen to it. Rose Royce’s “Wishing on a Star” was the opposite of his style but the title made me smile and the melody had me humming which was when I realized Aela was studying me.

When she saw I’d caught her watching me, she raised a brow and tipped her chin at Aoife before dipping it at me in silent thanks.

I bowed my head and returned my focus to the dish in front of me.

I might not like afternoon tea, but at least it came with cake.

SENATOR FITZGERALD COMMITS SUICIDE

Scott Fitzgerald, Senator of Indiana, committed suicide last night and his body was found prior to his attempted arrest by the FBI as agencies around the nation investigate the Sparrows.

He is but one of the officials believed to have taken their lives to avoid justice.

Sheridan Reinier, Garry Smythe, and David Foundry are three others—their bodies have yet to be found, but their ties to the NWS, according to Interpol, run deep.

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