Corb left me in the kitchen, and a moment later, the shower came on in his bathroom. Which left me sitting there alone, stewing in my thoughts. In the time I’d been here, I hadn’t even gone by to check on Gran’s old place. Mostly because it would be torturous to stand outside a place that had been my home and not be able to go in, to know a stranger owned it.

But the time had come to put on my big girl panties and check the place out. Maybe I could do that before training started. Yes, that was what I’d do. Catch one of the trolleys and head to West Harris Lane. Check on the house, see if the For-Sale sign was up.

Himself had said he’d sell it fast, and I had no doubt he meant it. He’d sell it for nothing just to spite me.

You’d think I’d been the one to end the marriage. I seriously didn’t understand him. Anger curled through me. I mean, I didn’t have the funds to maintain a home either even if I was able to buy it.

I found myself hesitating over whether or not I should take my two knives. I wouldn’t need them, unless, of course, I ran into another trickster type like Jinx. Call me crazy if you want, but luck hadn’t exactly been on my side lately despite hanging out with a leprechaun. I slipped the knives inside their sheaths, of course—I wasn’t a savage—and then into my bag. Not that I’d been allowed to use them. Nope, Eammon had made sure of that.

But I could aim the pointy ends at a monster. I could do that much, and really, I needed to just start practicing at home. Maybe I could find some sort of yoga-with-knives on the YouTube or the Google. I sighed, slid the purse over my shoulder, and a mere two trolley rides later, I stood in front of my gran’s house. The For-Sale sign was indeed on the lawn of my childhood home. The brick was streaked in places where the water had run, and the yard looked overgrown to most, but I could pick out Gran’s favorite plants that she’d used to make her different teas. I grabbed the sign and yanked it out of the ground, holding it in one hand as I entered the gate and let my hands drift over the plants, naming them quietly under my breath.

Was it just my imagination, or did they perk up a little as I brushed my fingers over them? I smiled at the thought. At this point, anything was possible.