The tea had been chamomile.
Selene knew this because she had gone back to the kitchen the following morning and found Greta at the counter and written on a page from her notebook, who makes the chamomile tea at night, and Greta had looked at the question without expression and then looked back at whatever she was chopping and said, simply, "I leave a pot on the back burner after nine for whoever wants it."
Selene had written, does the Alpha drink it often.
Greta had paused her chopping. Just briefly. "He did when his mother was alive," she said. "She drank it every night. After she passed he stopped." Another pause, shorter. "First time in four years the pot was touched last night."
She went back to chopping.
Selene stood at the kitchen counter for a moment with that information sitti
