Chapter Twelve
The kettle bubbled as the water came to a boil. Cissy grabbed a mug and dumped a bag of peppermint tea into it. She'd never drunk it until eighteen months ago after learning it could have calming influences over people. She wasn't sure if she believed that to be true, but she'd kept drinking it all the same.
The doorbell chimed.
Her hand jerked, spilling water over the rim of the mug and splashing it onto the work surface. She cursed and set the kettle back on the base. She grabbed a paper towel and dropped it over the water before heading out of the kitchen and towards the front door.
Darius must have forgotten his key. She was expecting him home at any moment and hadn't put the shields around the house so he could get in. It was a hard thing to do, but she knew if she
