Accomplice to the Villain (Assistant and the Villain, #3)(29)

Becky sympathized; she, too, tended to shrink in her mother’s presence, but unlike Becky’s mother, Nura stayed at a distance, perhaps to respect the unspoken boundary Lyssa had placed between them. As the older woman stood, fidgeting, Becky couldn’t help but take in the family resemblances.

Nura had the very same curly dark hair as Evie, Lyssa’s dark-brown eyes, and Gideon’s smile. It was as if the woman was an abstract of the three children she’d left behind. Becky wondered how difficult it would be to face all the people you failed every time you looked in the mirror.

But she kept those thoughts tucked away, something telling her that Nura was already punishing herself enough, from the day she left her children to the incident that morning.

She decided the only way forward was an offering of peace. She owed Nura that much after the damage Becky’s mother had done to the woman. “I think there are leftover cookies if you’d like one, Mistress Sage?”

Nura smiled. “Perhaps we could make another dessert?” A soft, lilting accent curled her words beautifully. “The magic specialist Trystan sent for said I might benefit from some distraction to help rebalance my magic. I would love to teach Lyssa of a dish my mother and father—her grandparents—used to make for me when I was a child. If, of course, Mr. Edwin wouldn’t mind me commandeering his kitchen and some ingredients. I should’ve asked before—”

“I’m very protective of the kitchen,” Lyssa interjected, surprising both Becky and Nura. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when you tried to make that gooey stuff.”

Nura smiled softly, shrugging, a casual gesture that made her loose tunic sleeves flare as if she had wings. “I think it’s perfectly normal to be cautious around me after how I scared you this morning.”

Lyssa’s grip loosened on Becky’s skirt. “You were scared, too. Evie always says people do things they normally wouldn’t when they’re afraid.” Lyssa wrung her fingers nervously. “It’s…okay.”

Nura shook her head, eyes shining. “It’s not, actually. Evie is right—it’s okay to be scared—but it’s not okay to allow my fears to become something that can hurt someone else, and did hurt someone else, for that matter. Fears are things for me to manage, and no one else can be blamed but myself. I’m so very sorry I almost hurt you, Lyssa.”

Lyssa nodded, and Becky had the feeling Nura wasn’t just apologizing for that morning, but for every morning she hadn’t spent with her youngest daughter.

Becky gave Lyssa a gentle nudge forward. “Lyssa unfortunately doesn’t scare as easily as I’d hope.”

Nura’s attention fixed on Becky, and a little smile tipped her lips up. “I see your mother in you.” It was an ironic twist of fate that Becky’s once greatest annoyance—Evie—turned out to be the daughter of her mother’s dearest friend—Nura.

Although not so dear anymore, after her mother betrayed Nura so badly she ended up hiding dormant as a star for who knew how long.

Lyssa looked between the two women in confusion. “You know Becky’s mom?”

Nura smiled. “She was my very best friend. Since we were little girls.”

Lyssa’s eyes grew so huge they looked like teacup saucers. “Becky is my best friend, too!”

Becky coughed. “I did not agree to that.”

Lyssa patted Becky’s arm with mock sympathy, clicking her tongue. “I’m sorry, Ms. Erring. I’ve already decided without you.”

“You and your sister are going to send me to an early grave,” she grumbled under her breath, folding her arms.

Nura laughed, and Becky’s cheeks pinked. “I won Renna over much the same way.”

Becky hesitated, knowing she shouldn’t speak for her mother when they currently weren’t even speaking to each other at all. But it felt like the right thing to do. “For what it’s worth…I do think she is sorry.”

Nura grimaced, kohl-lined eyes looking to the floor. “I know she is.”

“Sorry about what?” Lyssa asked, frowning.

Nura jumped in before Becky could change the subject. “This morning, my magic acted out of fear, and I hurt that poor young woman. Renna did something out of fear that hurt me.”

Lyssa seemed to consider this for a moment. “Will you forgive her?”

Nura looked at Becky with a directness that made her skin itch. “I already have.”

“I can retrieve whatever ingredients you might need to make the dessert,” Becky offered. This was all becoming far too touchy-feely, and she desperately needed a subject change. Or that quiet room with no people. That would also be nice.

Nura rolled her lips, eyes upward, contemplating. “Hmm. Well, first we’ll need honey and a fair amount of patience.”

Lyssa winced. “Well, we have honey!”

Becky gave a sigh of relief at having evaded another overtly emotional interaction. She was getting better with them, but the line had to be drawn before she grew nauseated. “I will get you the honey, but then I need to immediately return to work. I have to get that missive out before the day’s end. No. More. Crumbs.”

Opening the pantry door, Becky froze, her relief fizzling into panic at what—or rather who—she saw tied up and gagged in the corner. She shook her head in disbelief.