“I’m out of the tub,” I said, listening to my pulse and feeling tired as she knitted from a ball of what was probably dyed spider silk. “Why don’t you go visit with Jax?”

“Because I’m angry with him for running off half trained, with a thief,” she said primly.

Her expression was fierce, and I wondered if it was the thief or the half-trained part that bothered her. Guilt hit me, and I gingerly rubbed the welts on my wrists. Matalina would never forgive herself if her eldest son left again before she could find it in her heart to talk to him.

I glanced at Matalina watching but not watching me as I sat on the edge of the tub and tried to dry my feet, reminded of my first few nights in the church. It was Matalina who had kept an eye on me the night Al had almost torn my throat out. A lot had happened since then, stuff that turned enemies to allies, and allies to enemies. But Matalina was unchanged, she and her family a point of normalcy in my chaotic life. I was glad she was looking so well.

“Go talk to Jax,” I said softly, and the woman sighed so loudly I could hear it.

“I will,” she said. “Life is too short to carry a grudge. Especially when it’s with family you thought you’d never see again.” She continued to knit, smiling. “He likes you, you know.”

“Jax?” I said, surprised.

“Gordian Pierce!” she exclaimed, looking up. “You can see it in his eyes.”

Funny. The only thing I ever see in his eyes is trouble. Taking the towel from my hair, I went to the mirror and wiped it, wincing. I’d never get through the tangles. Never. “Pierce is a teenage crush from when I was young and stupid, and thought impulsive, dangerous men were the catch of the day, not the death traps they are.”

Matalina huffed. Pixies were terribly straightforward when it came to relationships. Jih, her eldest daughter, had courted and married in less than a summer—and seemed all the happier for it. “With Jenks, I just knew,” she said, a fond smile erasing her fatigue lines. “You’re making this harder than it should be.” I gave her a wry look as I sprayed detangler in my hair, and she added, “Does Pierce make your heart beat faster? Did Marshal? Did Nick? Did Kisten, bless his undead soul? I mean, really?”

I didn’t have to think about it, and I felt like a tramp. “Yes. They all do. Did, I mean.”

The pixy woman frowned. “Then you are in trouble, Rachel.”

Don’t I know it.

Shifting my towel higher, I minced to the door, listening for a moment before cracking it. The cooler, dry air slipped in, and I gazed first longingly at the kitchen across from the back living room, then closer, to the open door to my room. From the back of the church, I could hear Pierce and Nick “discussing” things.