Where had she gone…and why had she returned?
I reassured myself that those answers would be forthcoming soon enough. At least, I hoped they would. I told myself that I couldn’t press her too hard. I’d just do my best to be supportive, and, with any luck, she’d tell me what had happened the night of Lucien’s death. As to why she’d reached out to me…well, if nothing else, I was the only person in the area with any connection to Lucien, now that Athene was dead. In times of crisis, it was human nature to grasp for something that felt even halfway normal.
Should I put on a kettle in case she wanted a cup of tea?
Did she even drink tea? I could make coffee, but that didn’t seem nearly as reassuring. Since she was underage, I couldn’t exactly offer her a glass of wine.
Somehow, I managed to
