“I’m glad to have your company,” Elinore said as she guided the pony over the stone bridge and headed for the baron’s house. “And a chaperone, since I’m being escorted by four handsome men.”

Breanna pictured one of the Fae huntsmen riding with them offering Elinore a hesitant smile, uncertain if flirting with Baron Liam’s mother would be considered acceptable in the human world. Strange how the Fae had become more wary of dealing with humans now that they’d been forced to become more aware of them.

“Are you sure you won’t come with me to the village?” Elinore asked. “I’m told the Widow Kendall wraps her hair around strips of rags at night to produce those curls other women envy. The result is certainly beautiful, but I imagine the sight of her first thing in the morning is something that takes getting used to. Since I’ll be knocking on her door at an indecent hour, we might find out for ourselves.”

Breanna opened her eyes and focused on the pony’s ears. A safe thing to look at. “Thank you, but I’ll just visit with Gwenn and Lyrra for a bit. I’m sure they’ll be up by now.”

“Yes, I’m sure they will be.”

She was grateful Elinore didn’t continue trying to make conversation. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not really. She just needed to get away from her home, from the rooms so choked with memories she couldn’t seem to breathe. She just wanted to sit with two women who weren’t kin and weren’t bent under the same weight of grief.

But you don’t know what happened yesterday. You don’t know if they’re breaking under their own grief.

When Elinore pulled up in front of Liam’s house, Breanna got down from the ponycart. Elinore smiled at her, but the smile couldn’t win over the worry in the older woman’s eyes.

“If you want to go back before I return, one of the men will escort you,” Elinore said.

Breanna just nodded and walked to the front door. She turned and raised a hand in farewell as Elinore and two of the Fae escorts headed for the village. Watched the two other escorts lead their horses to the stable, where they would wait for her. Tried not to scan the fences and roofs and trees for some sign of—

She hadn’t thought of him. Wouldn’t allow herself to think of him. He hadn’t come back to the Old Place. There were many who hadn’t come back to the Old Place. She hadn’t been able to help Fiona, Glynis, and the other women when the wounded arrived yesterday, but she’d heard the women talking. Heard the break in Fiona’s voice when she asked if anyone had seen Rory.