forgetting any time soon. You foolish, foolish girl.”
Her mother’s tone was sharp, full of fear, and Helena knew it wasn’t a rebuke.
“It was so brave. All that you do. Every day. It’s brave and right and I’m so very proud of you.”
Tears stung her eyes so she closed them and pretended it was the soap. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. Now. What on earth is this mess on your pants?”
“Pie. Those assholes not only ruined the pie I was bringing over, but they got it all over me
Her mother laughed. “I like him. Faine, I mean. I like how focused he is on you without seeming obsessive or creepy.”
“I’m in love with him.”
“That much is clear. He feels the same.”
“Yes.” She rinsed off, feeling much better.
“You have clothes here still. I’ll be back in a moment with something for you to change into.”
She dried off and noted the bruises beginning to appear on her legs and side where she’d hit the car door. They wouldn’t be as bad because of the magick and the “greenwork” as her mother called the herbal magick she used. Her head didn’t hurt so much she wanted to puke anymore. But she’d definitely take some pain reliever once she got food into her body.
“Will he take care of you?” Her mother thrust some clothes into her hands. “Like you deserve to be?”
“Faine?”
She pulled on the yoga pants and an old long-sleeved shirt. “I can’t believe you still have this shirt.”
“You and your sister leave things here. I put them away in case you ever need them. And I like having some of your belongings in the house. It’s a tie to you both.”
She pulled on a pair of thick socks.
“Yes. He takes care of me like I should be. He’s kind. Really bossy. But not in a gross
“Well, that’s good, as you’d have to punch him in the sac if he acted like that.”
Helena laughed as she finished braiding back her wet hair. She turned to her mother and hugged her. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
When they both got back out to the dining room, Helena’s stomach growled rather rudely. Faine smiled as he caught sight of her. “You look better.”
Her mother breezed past and took over from her dad. “She’ll be better after she eats. Sit, everyone.”
They filled their plates and ate for a bit, Helena answering questions from her father about the assault at the grocery store.
“I’m afraid we’re going to need to add it to the list of places Others need to be wary about.” They had a list, available at the website, of businesses and places throughout the country that Others had negative and positive experiences with. “I think we should give the owner a chance to issue a statement though. If they deal with this Nancy creature and they’re otherwise fine to do business with, that’s all we can ask really. There are bound to be problem employees all over the place. No matter how awesome the owners and management.”
“You’re probably right. But I want to go over there right now and hit someone. Screw being the bigger person. As they’re so fond of saying, I’m not a person anyway.”
Hearing her normally loving and gentle mother say something like that broke Helena’s heart. She wanted to push that negativity away, even if just for a little while.
“Faine has asked me to marry him. Well, to bind with him. I’ve accepted.”
Her mother’s face lit and she was glad she’d brought it up.
“A binding, like what Lark and Simon have?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Faine nodded, reaching out to take Helena’s hand. “There’s no reason for me to pretend she’s not it for me. This binding is a ceremony older than recorded history. My brother is in Lycia right now, putting all the arrangements in place.”
“It’ll just be a short thing this time. We’ll go, do the binding and have a small family party and come right back. Things are too uncertain here for us to be gone any longer. But we’d like you to be there. Simon and Lark will be as well.”
“Of course we’ll be there. Normally, I’d frown and say it hasn’t been long enough. But you’re not one to make rash decisions. This man has been at your side for months in some rather difficult situations. And he’s proven he can be counted on. It’s something a mother worries over. I knew your father was the one the third day after I met him.”
Helena settled in and ate, listening to her mother tell the story of their courtship. Her father leaned toward his wife, a grin on his face. Faine laughed here and there, nodded, and the sounds of it, the sheer, wonderful normalcy of it, healed her far better than a hospital could have.
FAINE kissed her awake. “Hello there.”
“Not that I am complaining about the kisses, but it’s really early.” She turned to look at the clock. “Like two in the morning early.”
“Card just called. They’re ready for us.”
“Like binding ceremony ready?”
He nodded. “Are you ready?”
Yes, she realized, she totally was. She tangled her fingers with his. “I am. Let’s call everyone. I take it you’ll have to be with my parents to get us all through at once, right?”
“Card volunteered to do it. He’s going to be with his wife, who is Fae, and her ability to travel between the Veils is pretty awesome.”
“Let me call them to let them know what to expect.” She did, and once her father knew she was calling for something good instead of another assault of some kind, he perked up and said they’d be waiting for Faine’s brother when they arrived.
She went into the closet and stood. “Oh my goddess. I have no dress. I don’t know what to wear.”
He brought her a garment bag. “I saw this and I thought you might like it.”
“You bought me a wedding dress?” She laughed. “Really?” He did have great taste so it wasn’t like she was worried. “You’re incredibly sweet, you know that?”
“Yes. Well. I want you to be happy. I know this is all very rush rush and not probably what you dreamed of as a girl.”
She took the bag but before she unzipped it, she looked up into that gorgeous face of his. “I dreamed of weapons when I was a girl. I never dreamed of a big wedding. And I have my dream man right here.”
He smiled and kissed her quickly. “Good. Then you should know your roundhouse kick needs some work. I’ll help you with it later today.”
She laughed, unzipping the bag. “Okay then.”
Inside the bag . . . wow. A pale blue dress. Vintage styled. Chantilly lace, low in the back, draped at the front with a formfitting bodice. It was classic and simple and very elegant. And chosen by a man who clearly understood her better than she could ever deserve.
“This is . . . I honestly couldn’t have picked a more beautiful dress on my own.” It was perfect. “You know me well.”
“I hope to love you as well as I know you.” He then drew out a ring box and got to one knee.
“I’m going to cry.”
“You’re supposed to. Will you marry me, Helena?” He opened the box and inside was a single ring made of three interwoven bands studded with diamonds. “A band for you, a band for me and one that symbolizes us.”
Crying, she took it out and he slid it on. It was perfect. Like he was perfect. “Where did you come from and whatever did I do to merit such a blessing?”
