Gram didn't seem at all surprised Quaid was with me when I reentered the kitchen. She fixed him with her faded blue eyes, not moving as he bent over her and soundly kissed her cheek.
"I wouldn't have turned you in, crazy lady," he said, deep voice rumbling in the quiet.
"Hrumph," she said, swatting at him, wiping at the place his lips had been like he gave her cooties. But when her gaze met mine, there was a sparkle in it that had been missing since we started our little discussion about the Dumont succession.
"You two go," Gram said. "At least Quaid will have an excuse and he might be able to make one for you if you can get to Mia before her watchers do."
Charlotte didn't ask. Didn't have to. Like she'd let me leave her behind.
"You'll have to cover for us," Quaid said. "Miriam assigned two Enforcer teams to each coven."
Gram's face screwed up in a scowl. "Lot of good that will do now," she said.
Hadn't I just had the same thought?