Page 7 of Hallow Hill at Halloween: Part Two

“How would she know?” Evie momentarily fell back into her pre-fae world of medical machinery. Keir and Lochlan simply stared at her. “Oh. Well. She might know.”

Olivia had correctly interpreted the urgency in Keir’s request. She arrived with a cup, a tea bag, and a kettle off the stove. Normally she would transfer the hot water into a pot more fit for a fae queen, but the enforcer sounded like it couldn’t wait.

“Thank you,” Evie told Olivia. She accepted the tea and sipped, but when Olivia had left the room, she said, “You know I could wish up my own tea, right?”

Keir raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you call it? Wishing up?”

She shrugged. “Works for me. Seriously though. I don’t know a way to use my power here. It would take somebody who can access her subconscious mind. What about the Sandman?”

“Lochlan’s trying to find him.”

“Oh.”

“Esme said she had a thought, but she hasn’t shared.”

“Oh. I feel helpless. I forgot what that feels like.” Evie sighed. “I forgot what it feels like to be helpless. I don’t like it.”

“You’re in like company.”

Just as Evie lifted the cup and saucer, Rita’s mouth opened and issued forth a blood curdling scream.

“KEIIIIIIIIIIR!!!”

“EVIEEEEEEE!!!”

Evie was so startled she dropped both cup and saucer. As soon as the shock subsided, she rushed to Rita’s bedside. Keir, being just as quick, was already there.

“Oh, my gods, Keir.” Evie’s voice trembled as big tears quickly formed and threatened to spill over. “She sounds like she’s being tortured. And she’s calling forus!”

After losing the battle with stiff upper lip dignity, Evie began sniffling like she was a little girl with no hope.

Again, Keir felt the sensation of burning behind his eyes, but that time he suspected he was on the verge of weeping himself. Sephalians aren’t supposed to be helpless. Not ever. Especially not the one designated court enforcer. Rita was in trouble and there was nothing he could do.

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