Lily smiled weakly and dropped her head. “Our history isn’t so great, either.” Gavin appeared in the doorway, wringing his hands. “What is it, Gavin?” Lily asked, brushing the crumbs from her fingers and sitting up straight.
“One of your guests has returned to the Citadel with a stranger, My Lady, and Lord Fall isn’t here, and he told me not to let anyone disturb you, and I didn’t know if this would be considered a disturbance or not—”
“It’s okay,” Lily said, interrupting the anxious tirade. “Let him in.”
Gavin blinked his wide blue eyes. “Okay. But if he ends up disturbing you, you’ll tell Lord Fall that I was against it, won’t you?”
Lily suppressed a laugh. “I’ll tell him.” Gavin breathed in relief and rushed off.
“What did Rowan do to that poor kid?” Una asked, shaking her head.
“It’s not just Gavin. Everyone here is afraid of him,” Juliet said.
“It’s not fear,” Lily said, wishing she felt less for Rowan than she did. “It’s respect.”
Breakfast entered the room with a pale and grubby young man who had the lanky arms and legs of a recent growth spurt. Lily stared blankly at him until he smiled at her, and she recognized him as the boy from the Providence subway tunnels.
“Riley?” she said disbelievingly.
“Hello, Lady Witch,” he said, breaking into a brazen grin. “Sorry to see you’re laid up again.”
“Occupational hazard,” Lily mumbled and turned to Breakfast. “What the heck is going on?”
Breakfast and Riley sat down at the tea table and started digging into the cold cuts of meat and wedges of cheese that Lily had no intention of eating.
“I first got the idea when we were talking about how hard it was going to be to get Lillian and Alaric to work together,” Breakfast said as he spread mustard on a piece of black bread. ?
?I thought then we were still going to need more fighters than that. It’s an all-hands-on-deck situation, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“And, let’s face it, if anyone needs land and a new place to live besides the Outlanders, it’s Riley’s people.”
“We’d be willing to fight for it,” Riley said with fire in his eyes. “My dad—all the men on the ranches—they aren’t afraid to fight the Woven. They live out there with them anyways, and at least if we were to go west, we might actually have a shot at having our own homes for a change.”
Lily held up a hand and addressed Breakfast. “How much did you tell him?”
Riley and Breakfast shared a look. “Everyone knows that Bower City is out there already,” Breakfast said.
“You can’t move an army west without someone finding out why,” Riley said. “Especially not someone with my connections.”
Lily suppressed a smile at the young man’s bluster. “Yes, but how much did you tell him about me and Lillian?” Lily asked.
“Oh, he told me there are two of you,” Riley said around a mouthful of cheese and fig jam.
“And that doesn’t strike you as strange?” Juliet asked.
Riley shrugged, his mouth still full. “Witches are weird,” he said, like that explained everything.
But he was young. Lily didn’t think that explanation would suit the hardened men on the ranches or the women Lily had met in the tunnels. Thinking of them, she sat back and shook her head, engaging Breakfast in mindspeak.
You should have asked me before you did this, she said.
I knew you’d say no if I did, he replied. You have something against the tunnel people and the men on the ranches.
Surprised, Lily weighed his assessment and found it to be true. She hadn’t liked Mary, the leader of the tunnel people in Providence, and the memories Lillian had shared with her about the men on the ranches still haunted her. Lily switched out of mindspeak to keep the nightmarish memories of those vicious men from seeping out of her thoughts and into Breakfast’s.
“It doesn’t matter what I think of them,” Lily said dismissively. “I can’t use them because they aren’t my claimed. They wouldn’t stand a chance against the Hive.”