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I shook my head.
“The Stone Riders will take care of it.”
She nodded then sipped again before offering me a smile.
“You’re one of them now, aren’t you?”
Warm honey melted in my chest. “I am.”
“You never really seemed to belong in our world, sweetheart. You’ve been going against the grain since you were a young girl. It always broke my heart because I worried about you. I had no idea where to put you.”
I let the silence grow as she continued to sip.
“Then you moved to DC, and you didn’t have any roots, and I settled, thinking perhaps you’d just fly and only ever have wings. But I can see it now. You have roots here; this is it for you.”
Just then the front door opened, and Killian walked in.
He slipped out of his boots and cut, then wandered over to where we sat.
“Hello Mrs. Witt, can I make up the guest room for you?”
I blushed at his polite attitude toward her. I had no idea he had it in him.
“It’s just Lacy, and yes, that would be wonderful. Thank you.”
Killian placed a kiss on the top of my head and then moved toward the hall closet where we had clean sheets. He’d moved a new bed into the room as well.
She smirked at me from over her mug again, and you’d think she hadn’t just killed her husband in cold blood a few hours earlier. Somehow, it made me glad.
I wanted my mom to be free, even if it meant she had to do the unimaginable to get there.
My mom stayed for three days before departing for Richland.
Killian was the sweetest I’d ever seen him be while she was with us. He was polite, kind, and extremely chivalrous. But I also saw worry hanging over him.
We still hadn’t found Jefferson.
To distract him, I decided to show him something.
“Where are we going?”
I pulled his hand until he was following behind me.
“Just a few more steps.”
We cleared the main floor of the club and were headed down the hallway.
Then I was pushing open the office door.
“Open them.”
Killian did as I said, slowly taking in the room until his gaze landed on the far wall.
“Are those?” he started, and I walked closer with him.
“Your drawings.” I’d framed as many as I could find. It included some rummaging through his room in the club and a few of his old boxes. Now at least ten pieces of his art graced the walls, and a new desk sat perched on the opposite side of mine.
“I also added a framed photo of us.” I touched the four by six image of us together. It was the day he’d gotten back and I had run at him wearing his property patch. Someone had taken a photo of when he scooped me up into his arms. The smile he gave while stroking the glass of the photo undid me.
