Gabriel followed her finger to see Olivia heading up Rowan. He calculated time and distance, trying to determine whether she might have left first—walking out after a fight. No, Ricky had, leaving Olivia upset, wanting to walk it off and . . .

And she was heading in the direction of the Carew house.

Gabriel took off at a slow lope, with Grace calling, “You’re welcome!” behind him.

Ricky must not have believed what Olivia had told him about the omens and visions, and that had set her own doubts swirling again. She was wondering if she was imagining things. Heading to the Carew house for proof that she wasn’t.

Olivia didn’t need this. Ricky hadn’t been there, not for any of it. He had no right to judge, goddamn him.

At the corner, Olivia stopped. Her head swiveled in the direction of the Carew house. Then she turned around and started heading back. It took a few steps for her to notice him. When she did, he tried to read her expression, but the sun was just beginning to drop, and long oak-tree shadows hid her face.

As she came close, he saw a tired, almost wry smile on her lips.

“Hey,” she said. Before he could speak, she lifted a hand to stop him. “Yes, I was going to the house. Now I’m not.”

“What happened?”

“I realized it was a very stupid idea.”

He fell in step beside her. “Telling Ricky?”

“Hmm?” She looked over. “Oh, right. No. That’s fine.”

“You’re all right with him taking off?”

Another vague look, as if her mind was elsewhere.

“I saw him leave,” Gabriel said. “Clearly, he didn’t take the news well and—”

“Oh, that. No. He’s fine. He just went to grab dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Pizza, I think. Can’t find that in Cainsville. I’m sure he’ll bring plenty, so you’re welcome to join us if you want some.”

There were many things Gabriel wanted. Pizza was not one of them.

He cleared his throat. “So you told him everything and . . .”

“Not everything. Just about the omens and Cainsville. The omens part was fine. He’s struggling a little more with the fae. As one would. I think he offered to go get pizza to take time to process everything. But he’s not questioning it. He’s more like you that way. I may have grown up with those superstitions in my head, but that was my only exposure to anything preternatural. You have Rose and her second sight. Ricky grew up with the stories, including the Wild Hunt.”

“What?”