Willow.
Freya had finally drifted off to sleep curled on my lap and fingers still wrapped loosely around my hair. The soft rise and fall of her chest calmed something deep in me but I was still tense.
My back was stiff from the floor cushions and I hadn’t stopped scanning the windows even though I knew Morgana’s wards were some of the strongest I’d ever seen. They won’t be here because it’s her shelter but that doesn’t mean they won’t be anywhere.
Morgana moved around the small kitchen slowly, tossing herbs into a bubbling pot over the hearth. She hadn’t said anything since telling me about my father and I didn’t push her. But the silence was getting too heavy so I finally broke it.
“Morgana.” I said, keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t wake Freya.
“I need to be able to stay hidden
