Page 48 of Myla: The Hawthornes

“That’s unfortunate.” Myla shrugged.

Tommy scoffed, and Will grinned. “Left your aunt Molly at the motel. She grabbed all the keys and checked everyone in. Give her a call when you’re headed over there.”

“I don’t think we’re going anywhere for a while,” Myla replied. She looked up at me.

“I’ve got the night shift tonight,” I told her. “We don’t want Aoife up here alone.”

Myla looked back at Will as I felt my phone start vibrating. “I’ll stay up here with Cian, but the girls may want to get some sleep.”

“Just a sec,” I said, pulling away so I could check my phone. It was Saoirse.

I wondered if I’d ever see her face pop up on my phone without reliving our last phone call.

“Hey,” I answered.

“Cian, Aisling is freaking out.”

“What do you mean, freaking out?”

“She’s hysterical. She keeps sayinghe’s driving by the house. I don’t know who, but she’s adamant. She tried to leave. Ronan had to practically tackle her.”

“Did Brody see anyone?”

“No, he said that there hasn’t been the same car twice,” Saoirse said, her voice high with anxiety. “Sean’s still sleeping, but if she doesn’t calm down, she’s going to wake him up. I don’t know what to do.”

“Wake up Aunt Ashley.”

“She’s already awake. I went and got her first. She finally said to call you.”

“Fuck.” I paced down the corridor.

“Aoife could talk her down, but—”

“Yeah, don’t bother E,” I mumbled, torn. “I’ll head home in a minute and see if I can sort her out.”

“I’ll switch with you,” she said quickly. “It’s not like I was sleeping tonight anyway.”

“Wait until I get there,” I ordered.

“Fine.”

We hung up, and I turned to see multiple eyes on me in concern. Myla had followed me a little and was standing halfway between the group and where I was standing.

“I gotta head back to the house,” I said, walking toward her. “Somethin’ is goin’ on with Aisling.”

“Is she okay?” Myla asked, falling into step with me.

“She’s flippin’ out.”

“Crap.”

“We’ll stay here,” Heather said, pulling yarn out of her bag. “Go do what you need to do.”

“I’ll stay with ’em,” Bas added. “So Aoife doesn’t run screamin’ if she comes out here and sees a sea of Aces.”

“Aoife likes us,” Lily protested. “We met her last year at a barbecue.”

“Ah, so you’re best friends then,” Gray said dryly. His mom reached over and pinched his side. He didn’t even flinch.

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