Chapter 59: Dreams Don’t Turn to Gold
Where Do Broken Hearts Go, Whitney Houston
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Morgyn hadn’t said another word since then.
The brunet had ended up staying a couple days, rather than only the one, but it worked out. Liberty was honestly afraid to leave Morgyn alone for too long, and she’d started taking her vacation days off from work to stay at home with the brunet.
Travis had made a few more comments about Morgyn’s level of attractiveness, but not directly to the sage, and not in Morgyn’s presence. Liberty didn’t know if Morgyn had heard any of those comments, but if the brunet had heard them, they didn’t seem to be affecting Morgyn one way or another.
As for Liberty, she’d surrendered her bed to Morgyn, and was now sleeping on the couch. She didn’t mind it too much. Somewhere between that night and the present, she’d developed a slight tendency towards having nightmares, and fell off the couch in her sleep a few times already.
Morgyn had eaten a few slices of toast since coming to stay with them, but nothing more substantial than that. Liberty had decided that wasn’t a good thing, and was shuffling around the kitchen making something more than just toast for Morgyn to eat.
Unsurprisingly, Morgyn mostly stayed in Liberty’s room, sitting in a chair by the window, watching the birds in the garden, occasionally reading one of Liberty’s massive comic book collection (though she had other books, and Morgyn did also read those). Liberty kept half an eye on the various marks and injuries that littered Morgyn’s skin, but they were all healing just fine without too much interference.
It was for the best. Liberty was still rather afraid of touching Morgyn too much. It wasn’t like Morgyn seemed bothered by it when by chance she did, but after two majorly traumatic events in rapid succession, it was also hard to say how Morgyn would take just about anything right now.
Liberty knew how to handle it when your stomach was being a delicate diva. She figured out at some point that the reason Morgyn wasn’t eating most likely was because the brunet was having trouble with stress causing upset stomach. It wasn’t surprising. Liberty would be more surprised if it didn’t cause any physical effects at all, given how much there had to be by now.
She’d decided on this specific arrangement of foods because it was the most likely selection to be both tolerable for Morgyn to eat, and also nutritiously balanced. Since the brunet hadn’t really been eating anything besides toast, regaining missing nutrients would be very important for getting Morgyn’s eating habits back on track, and with any luck, get the sage feeling better.
It was a very Asian breakfast experience, built on a foundation of rice and scrambled egg, but it was fairly solid, nutritiously. Liberty also made her own, just so that Morgyn didn’t feel weird being the only one eating in the room. That could make some people self-conscious (it sure made her self-conscious when she was younger).
She hoped this worked out, and Morgyn finally ate something. Liberty should probably not let Morgyn decide the brunet wasn’t eating, because it was probably somewhat threatening by now. One could live without food for a while, but not a very long time.
As Liberty started on making ginger tea, someone knocked on the door. Summer, sitting at the bar behind her, stood up and went to go get it. She pulled the door open, and loosed a soft squeak.
“Good morning, ma’am,” a male voice said. “We’re looking for a Liberty Lee, is she available?”
“Um, Libs?” Summer said.
Liberty set the teabags down on the counter, deciding it was best not to start the tea before whatever conversation this was going to be. She turned around, finding two police officers standing on the porch, and immediately decided that was the best idea she’d had all year. Her expression flattened, and then she shuffled around the bar, and to the door.
“Can I help you officers?” she asked.
“Would you mind stepping outside here, ma’am?” the male officer asked, stepping away from the door. “We’d like to have a word with you.”
She had a feeling this had something to do with shoving a knife into that one guy’s shoulder. Liberty frowned slightly, but she shuffled out onto the porch, closing the door behind her, and crossed her arms over her chest.
“What’s this about?” she asked.
“We have reports that you stabbed a young man in the shoulder a few days ago,” the female officer answered.
“We’d like to know where you were at eight o’clock last Friday evening?” the male officer asked.
Liberty remembered what her family always said. Never say anything to a police officer you didn’t have to. Despite really wanting to utterly lose her shit, Liberty did not. “I was at home,” Liberty answered steadily. “Do you have any evidence of this accusation, officer?”
“The alleged victim’s shoulder joint was certainly severed by a sharp object,” the male officer said.
“That’s unfortunate,” Liberty said. That was good for her, though. It meant they hadn’t found the knife. Liberty had ended up leaving it behind because she’d had her hands full with Morgyn. As soon as they left, she might like to message Drake and see if he could mist port over there long enough to find it before the police do.
“Do you have anyone to attest that you were home at that time?” the female officer asked.
“She was home after work,” Summer said through the door.
“I also live here and can attest to the same thing,” Travis’ voice added.
The officers exchanged glances. The male one sighed. “This is a developing investigation,” he said. “But you should be aware that if you’re hiding something, it won’t end well for you.”
“Of course,” Liberty said.
The female officer looked unconvinced, but she turned and headed to the patrol car.
“Thank you for your time,” the male said, nodding. “Have a nice day, ma’am. We may be back some other time for more questions.”
“Fine,” Liberty answered.
He went down the stairs, and also got back into the patrol car. Liberty stayed where she was, watching them drive down to the end of the street, and then turn around. Liberty turned and went into the house.
“Holy shit, Liberty!” Summer exclaimed. “What the hell was that about?!”
Liberty glanced towards the wall.
“What are we protecting you from?” Summer asked.
Liberty looked down the hall. Morgyn was standing outside her door, and, just barely, the sage nodded, gesturing in Summer’s direction, and then disappeared back into Liberty’s room.
“Morgyn got intensely drunk,” Liberty said, eyes falling to the floor. “And when I caught up with him, he was. Pinned between a couple other men. And I just… reacted. One of them ran, but the other threw a punch at me and I shoved a knife in his shoulder joint. I guess he decided to try pressing charges.”
Summer looked sad. Even Travis sobered a little.
“I was getting breakfast ready,” Liberty said, turning around and going back to the kitchen, pulling her phone off the charger along the way.
* * *
Morgyn wore more layers of clothing than Liberty remembered the brunet wearing before. Certainly, it wasn’t much of a surprise, given she was already accustomed to how things were before. Morgyn looked good in just about anything, and the looser clothing did wonders for hiding what curvature Morgyn’s body still had.
Travis had pulled a few things out of his own closet as options for Morgyn, in case Morgyn wanted to wear something that wasn’t a skirt, and Morgyn seemed to like the sweaters Travis had dug up. Liberty was half paying attention, because she wanted to know what kinds of things Morgyn liked. Someday, she may have to be concerned with birthday and Winterfest shopping.
Or, maybe they’d never really speak again, after this. She didn’t know.
It was only a few minutes after the police had gone that Liberty meandered into her room, with her plate and Morgyn’s. Morgyn was standing at the window, hands tucked under the brunet’s chin. Morgyn looked nervous, but Liberty imagined the brunet might be.
Liberty set her own plate down onto her desk, and then shuffled over to Morgyn, offering the brunet the other plate.
Morgyn took one look at it, and almost turned a little green.
“I know,” Liberty said, looking a bit amused. “But you need to eat something, Morgyn. Please. You haven’t eaten anything but toast since you got here, it’s not good for you. These things, they’re easy on your digestive system, it shouldn’t aggravate your stomach any. I also brought green tea with ginger in.”
Morgyn eyed the plate warily, but then reached out and took it from her, settling down on the bed with it. It took a moment, but eventually, Morgyn kind of started picking at it.
“Just a couple bites,” Liberty said, sitting down at the desk, “and I won’t pester anymore. Promise.”
Morgyn looked up at her, a little unsure, but started managing small little bites.
“The ginger tea will help, too,” Liberty said. “Ginger’s good for soothing upset stomach. My grandmother used to make it for me all the time when I was a kid. I had a habit of eating too much, then running around too much.”
Morgyn glanced up at her, making a face that suggested the sage found that cute.
“It was annoying,” she said. “Child me was kind of a dumb ass.”
Morgyn looked amused, and then looked a little greener for a moment, before the sage reached over and picked up the ginger tea, sipping at it a bit.
A sympathetic look crossed Liberty’s face. Things were going to be difficult for the brunet for a while, Liberty knew that. Through no fault of Morgyn’s, of course, things had just turned out this way. Liberty wished it hadn’t, but there was no sense in being upset about the way the dice had landed.
“Morgyn,” she said softly, and the sage looked up at her. “I have to go back to work tomorrow.” She’d run out of vacation days. “Do you want to stay here, or would you rather go home?”
Panic flickered through Morgyn’s eyes, for just a second, before going away. Liberty almost felt bad for having to work and considered quitting her job for a moment. But there were others that could make sure Morgyn was never alone. Morgyn had a home already, Drake and Cassandra still cared, and could easily be enough to make sure Morgyn made it past this the rest of the way.
She’d done her part, it’d seem. And now it was time to hand the reins to someone else. Though, she still wondered a good deal about Caleb.
Eventually, Morgyn curled up slightly, legs pulling up against the brunet’s chest, and Morgyn shrugged.
“Okay,” Liberty said. “Well, think about it for a bit and let me know. There’s some time.” Not a whole lot, but enough that Morgyn could think about it. “Summer and Travis both have work, too, so there’ll be times when you’re by yourself for a few hours, I’m sure.”
But that was almost worse in some ways. Liberty didn’t think literally being alone would be a very good thing for Morgyn right now, but whatever the sage decided, she’d go along with unless and until it proved damaging.
“I have somewhere to go later today, too,” she said. “So I’ll be gone for a few hours later, okay?”
Morgyn looked up at her, and then seemed to be debating something internally. Liberty was patient, waiting for Morgyn to figure out how to express what was in the brunet’s head, but eventually Morgyn’s eyes squeezed shut. Morgyn’s hands smacked into the brunet’s face a few times, and then Morgyn gestured at Liberty’s phone on the desk.
Liberty was slightly surprised by that, but reached over, picked it up, and handed it to Morgyn. Morgyn turned it on, tapping on it, and then handed it back.
Oh. Morgyn had opened a text message to the brunet’s phone and used it to type out a message. Now that she was reminded of it, where was Morgyn’s phone, anyway?
Do you have more books? I can be alone a few hours as long as I have something to do.
Oh, yeah, that made sense. Liberty took a breath in. “Most of my books are in my parents’ basement,” she said. “But, what you can do while we’re eating, is you can go through the library app on my phone, and pick a few books out. You can only borrow six at a time, but it should be enough for a few hours of entertainment at least. And if you’d like to borrow more when you’ve finished reading those, that’d be fine.”
Morgyn nodded, and something about the way the brunet looked at her made her feel that weird feeling everyone called warm and fuzzy.
“Hey,” she said, “we’ll get you through this. I know it seems like nothing will ever get better now, but the night is always at its darkest, just before the sun rises.”
* * *
A few times in her life, Liberty had come awfully close to this place. It was shrouded in mystery and quite interesting folktales, but Liberty was starting to wonder how many of those stories were true and how many the vampires had planted in the minds of some mortal, and allowed to spread like wildfire.
The good thing about humans, they certainly very much liked to talk. They also liked to scare each other and embellish things. Liberty could see where that would most certainly come in handy for supernatural creatures.
Drake had gone and found the knife for her. A quick spell, and it was like the thing had never left the kitchen. Those idiots were going to have a very hard time pinning her for stabbing one in the shoulder. She wasn’t one for dragging her family into her problems, but if they really pushed her, she might have a word or a few with a couple lawyer relatives and see if she could viably ruin their lives.
And if the Chinese restaurant side of the family got involved instead, well, that wasn’t any of her business.
Then, Drake had mentioned that most likely, one would find Caleb in Forgotten Hollow. However, things were a little tense here, and he didn’t want her to come by herself. So, here they were, up in the mountains in front of a barrier, and Drake was trying to break it.
“Eh, unfortunately I think this is the same kind of barrier that was around Straud manor before,” Drake said.
“What’s that mean?” Liberty asked, glancing over at him.
“It took me several days to break that one,” Drake answered. “I can do it, but it won’t be anytime soon.”
Liberty frowned. She didn’t like the sound of that. A few times already, she’d caught Morgyn napping, or still asleep in the morning, and she could hear it. Very softly, Morgyn would sometimes cry in the brunet’s sleep and if you listened very closely, you could hear Morgyn whispering Caleb’s name, begging him to come home.
Maybe Liberty would be enough on her own to help Morgyn through this. And maybe thinking that in any capacity had been a foolish thing to do.
As Drake fiddled with the barrier, though, he stopped, and tilted his head. “Never mind,” he said. “Caleb sensed us.”
Sure enough, Liberty looked back over across the Hollow, and Caleb ran up to the barrier. It was so quick it caused her to startle and jump backward slightly.
“Sorry about that,” Caleb said. “What are you two doing here?”
“She wanted to come,” Drake said, gesturing at Liberty. “I just didn’t want her to come alone.”
“Probably a good thought,” Caleb answered. Then, his grey eyes turned to Liberty. “And why did you want to come?”
“You’ve been gone a while,” Liberty answered, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I was just curious as to why.” Well, there was a little more to it than that, but how he answered would determine how she answered.
“Lilith was attacked by Sarnai,” Caleb answered. “She’s stable, but still kind of weak, so I’ve been helping with things here in the Hollow.”
“How long ago was that?” Liberty asked.
“I don’t know,” Caleb answered. “Maybe it was on the ninth.”
Liberty released a sigh. That was before Ezio disappeared. So he had no idea that Ezio was even missing at all, did he? “You don’t know Ezio’s gone then, do you?” she asked, but it was toned more like a statement. She could guess the answer.
Caleb looked surprised, eyes flicking over to Drake.
Drake looked away.
“Wait, what do you mean gone?” Caleb asked, turning back to Liberty.
“Sarnai took him,” Liberty answered. “Morgyn didn’t take it very well.” It wasn’t surprising. Ezio was a good deal of what kept Morgyn moving, and Liberty supposed when you’d lived as long as they had, each other rapidly became one of the only constants in their lives, if not literally the only one. Things changed, as quickly as they stayed the same. Particularly when you were two-hundred-seventy-something.
“Is Morgyn okay?” Caleb asked, eyebrows drawing together in concern.
“No,” Liberty answered. “I’d say Morgyn is very much not okay. Ezio disappeared and Morgyn decided to ask Aine how to find him.” She’d be surprised if Caleb didn’t know who that was.
Even Drake turned to look at her in surprise and what looked like very real concern.
“That can’t have been good,” Caleb said.
“I won’t tell you what Aine said,” Liberty replied, “but Morgyn breathed fire all over the place and scream-cried for an hour because of it. And then got drunk as hell. And has been staying with me for the last three days and has not said a single, fucking word.”
Caleb’s gaze fell to the asphalt, deflating more than a little bit.
“I know your sister is important to you,” Liberty said. “And I know the Hollow is important as well, and maybe you can’t just walk away from it. But I think maybe you should figure out how to.”
Caleb shook his head. “No,” he said. “I should stay here. I’ve made too many mistakes, and I don’t know how to make any of it right. Morgyn likely won’t be happy to see me anyway, I don’t want to cause more stress.”
“Caleb,” Liberty said, “Morgyn’s been crying your name in his sleep.”
Caleb looked up at her, and frowned deeper.
“Morgyn needs you,” she said. “And I’m not you.”
* * *
Liberty was gone now. Morgyn was trying not to mind it too much, but when she wasn’t around, everything started blurring and blending together even worse than they already did. Morgyn was having a lot of trouble keeping track of time, among other things.
Remembering to eat, not being a clumsy mess, feeling the sensation of needing to go to the bathroom. These were things that shouldn’t be notably difficult to do, but for Morgyn, sometimes they were next to impossible.
There were cute trinkets, comic books, handheld gaming consoles, old game posters, a few game guides, collector toys, plush toys, and photographs all over Liberty’s room. She seemed to be a big fan of Henry Puffer, judging by all the little magical-style trinkets, and the hand-turned wood wand hanging on the wall. If she wanted a real one, she could use those now.
She also seemed to have a soft spot for Japanese RPGs and the Voidcritter franchise. Morgyn didn’t terribly care for the Voidcritters before, but after a few days of hugging a Meduso plush, they’d kind of started to grow on the brunet.
Morgyn sat in the chair by the window, head resting against the glass, green eyes watching the birds scurry around the dirt in the sunlight. They looked so happy, but the truth was probably a lot different. It was hard to say whether other creatures experienced emotions in the same way as people. Truth was, they could be nothing like happy, and merely not be distressed.
But for a moment, they looked happy enough.
Memories flit in and out of the brunet’s head, like water slipping through a sieve. Very little caught and remained behind, and Morgyn had discovered that trying to remember things too hard tended towards making it even more likely that the brunet wouldn’t remember them.
Nothing of any consequence was in Morgyn’s head anymore. Like someone had just turned off a faucet, but the sink was still full of water and Morgyn didn’t feel any emptier for it. From time to time, the thought that Morgyn should be working on bringing Ezio home crossed Morgyn’s mind, and then it went again.
It was a strange thing for Morgyn to be able to simply let go of, but a lot of things the brunet shouldn’t be able to just, let go of, were slipping right through the sage’s proverbial fingers.
As Morgyn sat there, head against the glass, book in the brunet’s lap, eyes watching the birds, something in the air shifted. And, well, normally when something in the air shifted that way, it would cause almost immediate panic, but instead, Morgyn’s head lifted off the glass, and glanced toward the bedroom door.
Whatever it was, Travis could deal with it, Morgyn decided. Summer was at work, of course. She seemed to work a lot, but it was what it was. She often came back smelling strongly of butter and spices. If Morgyn remembered right, Liberty mentioned she worked at a restaurant. The brunet couldn’t help but wonder what kind of restaurant, but had never managed to ask.
Morgyn didn’t really mind Travis or Summer. By now, Morgyn had even come to kind of enjoy listening to them banter in the evenings. It was just that Liberty was the only one that made the mental fog clear a little.
The sage’s head fell back against the window, eyes returning to watching the birds, or at least looking that way. For a moment, Morgyn had to wonder what shifted. If the brunet remembered, maybe Morgyn would ask Travis later. Presuming Travis was any good at deciphering Morgyn’s gestures, at least.
But something stepped into Morgyn’s view, something brown and white and kind of a light pinkish lavender colour, and there was something else green and brown not far.
Instantly, Morgyn sat up, hands raising to the glass, the book falling to the floor with a loud clatter. Morgyn’s vision blurred, and the sage immediately whipped around, ran out the bedroom door, crashing into the wall along the way and outside. Morgyn almost fell over running around the house, but the brunet didn’t stop. L and Simeon stopped, turning around, and L held her arms out.
Morgyn ran straight into her grasp, clinging and rapidly dissolving into a frantic mess. L gently rubbed Morgyn’s back, the other hand reaching up and petting Morgyn’s hair.
“It’s okay Morgyn,” L said softly. “We’re all together again now, see? Everything will be just fine. You’re not on your own anymore.”
Morgyn just loosed a whine and cried even harder.
“Did you make sure it closed behind us?” L asked, looking up at Simeon.
“Yeah,” he answered. “I even tried to scramble the trail.”
“Good,” L said. “Don’t need her following us out here. The suburbs is no place for an occult war. Are you going to cry all day? You’ll drown us all.”
Morgyn huffed slightly, letting L go and reaching up to brush away tears. L moved Morgyn’s hair out of the brunet’s face.
“Your hair went brown again,” she said. “Did you get bored of being blond?”
Morgyn’s head shook, and then seemed to struggle for a moment, before eventually loosing a huff and a frustrated sound. Morgyn looked over at Simeon and gestured for his phone. Simeon looked over at L, but reached into a pocket and handed his phone to Morgyn.
Once again, Morgyn opened the texting app on the brunet’s own contact entry, and typed out a message, then handed it back.
Aine hurt Ezio.
Simeon looked perplexed, L leaning over his shoulder to look at it. She frowned.
“I was hoping you would never figure that out, to some extent,” L said, reaching over and taking Morgyn’s hands. “You didn’t do anything stupid like attack her, did you?”
The look on Morgyn’s face answered that question just fine on its own.
L released a sigh. “Of course,” she said. “Does she know where to find you?”
Morgyn’s head shook.
“Good,” L answered. “Where is this? I thought you were moving into the city.”
Morgyn reached for Simeon’s phone again. Simeon surrendered it easily enough, Morgyn typed again, and then handed it back.
This is my friend’s house. I’m staying with her right now because I got very drunk one night.
L leaned over Simeon’s shoulder to read the message again. L turned back to Morgyn, reaching up and brushing brown strands out of green eyes.
“Morgyn, you’re not talking,” she said.
“And your magic is so jumbled up I should think you can’t even use it right now,” Simeon added.
“It seems like a little much for just a conversation with Aine,” L said. “Did something bad happen when you got drunk?”
Morgyn didn’t answer right away, and then the tears welled back up, Morgyn’s hands waved in the air for a moment, and the brunet stepped forward and clung to L again.
“My fault,” Morgyn whispered.
“No,” L answered, very firmly, already petting Morgyn’s hair. “There is never an excuse for that. Ever. Don’t ever think that again, it was not your fault.”
Morgyn didn’t answer, just loosed a soft whine, and curled up against her even tighter.
L sighed. “Come on,” she said. “I’ve been on my feet for the last few hours and I’d like to sit down if we can.”
Morgyn sniffled, letting go again, then took her hand and led them over to the house.
* * *
This time, Morgyn was lying in L’s lap, her hand idly running through the brunet’s hair as they talked. Or at least, sort of talked. Morgyn hadn’t managed any other words, but L was working around it as best she could, and Simeon the same.
Morgyn felt better, of course. The brunet had really missed L, of course, and having not just L but also Simeon around now, it was doing Morgyn some wonders. It was a little easier to focus and stay present than it was before. Between L and Simeon, and Liberty, maybe Morgyn wouldn’t get as lost in the brunet’s head anymore.
Sitting around and moping, as L always liked to say, wouldn’t get anything done. And maybe right now the one Morgyn needed most was, in fact, Ezio.
“Ezio did something,” L said, looking down at Morgyn. “Something he did destabilised Sarnai’s control over magic realm. It was enough that we were able to escape, and take everyone else that was there when she took over with us.”
“No one’s left in magic realm now,” Simeon said, “barring Ezio and Sarnai, of course. And the other woman.”
“Lakshmi,” L said. “I believe she’s Sarnai’s sister.”
Morgyn glanced down at the floor. It was good that everyone else was now out of harm’s way, but Morgyn still worried. The brunet typed something out on Simeon’s phone, for the moment permanently in Morgyn’s hand, and held it up for L to read.
“Is Ezio okay,” L read. “I believe he is still alive,” she said.
“His magical signature is still there, at least,” Simeon said. “If we can sense it, then he must still be alive. But I can’t say he’s in very good shape.”
Morgyn’s hand dropped onto the floor, and the brunet looked saddened.
“Hey,” Simeon said, reaching over to rest a hand gently on Morgyn’s, “Ezio is the strongest person I know of. He’ll make it. We shouldn’t be taking more time to get there than is necessary, but we’re all together now and we’ll figure it out.”
Morgyn typed something again, and held it up.
“Morgyn says Cassandra and Drake are working on something, but no idea what,” L said. “Where are they?”
More typing.
“San Myshuno,” L read. “I thought I remembered you moving out there.”
Morgyn snorted softly. L didn’t believe in phones, of course, so she didn’t have one. Simeon probably only had one, realistically, because he was constantly talking to Lana. Morgyn thought he was kind of sweet on her.
But either way, he had a phone, and Morgyn had been sending Simeon and indirectly, L, updates about life outside magic realm, right up until Sarnai had interrupted at any rate.
The two of them worried about Morgyn a good deal, and at least with text updates and phone calls, they could rest easy knowing the brunet hadn’t gotten killed.
It was a little funny, and a little sad. Morgyn had spent so long trying to get Aine’s attention that the brunet had completely missed everyone else, whose eyes had never left Morgyn in the first place. These were things Morgyn was slowly, but surely, figuring out over time.
“In any case,” L said, “Sarnai’s gone after the All like we all feared. She can’t seem to find it, though, but eventually she’ll figure out how to. This woman’s not stupid in the least. But we likely have a little bit of time before she finds it.”
Morgyn typed something out in the phone, and held it up again.
“Liberty is one of the five families, we’ve been training and Cassandra is too,” L read. “Well, that’s something. The All would likely respond to their presences when we go back to magic realm.”
There was more typing, and Morgyn raised the phone once more.
L read the screen, and then frowned. “Did I know what?” she asked.
Morgyn typed another response.
“Oh,” L said. “Yes, I did know that. So did Keisha.”
The typing was a little faster than before, and Morgyn practically stabbed the air with the phone.
L read it, and then released a sigh. “Morgyn, you had to hear it from her,” she said. “Or you would’ve never believed it. Aine had a way of making you believe what she wanted you to believe. She had to be the one to shatter your illusions of her.”
Morgyn looked furious, for just a moment, and then like the brunet was going to cry, instead. The phone went into the air a little slowly.
“Morgyn, no,” L answered. “That was not your fault either, don’t you dare blame yourself for that. Aine decided to do what she did. And no matter what you would’ve done differently, unless her heart changed, nothing else would’ve.”
Morgyn’s hand dropped to the floor. The phone slid across the wood.
L immediately shifted around, pulling Morgyn up into her arms, and holding on. Her purple gaze flicked up, looking at Simeon. Simeon tilted his head.
L shook hers. Morgyn wasn’t ready for that, not now, not like this.
