ELDRED’S HANDS SHOOK as he reached for the cup Mo handed him. Their fingers touched, and Eldred sighed. He needed a connection right now. There was still a sense of floatiness in his head, but Mo's warmth helped to ground him.
“So Mum’s not coming?” Lachtin drummed his fingers on the table.
“No.” Eldred glanced at Mo. “I’m afraid our date has been rescheduled, though.” Mo raised his eyebrows and Eldred wanted to curl up in his lap. “You’ll get to meet Mother tomorrow...sorry.” Eldred tried for a reassuring smile.
Everything had gone so well with Mo. Most guys Eldred met ran away at the mentioning of him being a witch. Granted, Mo probably thought he’d been kidding when he’d said it, but he had stayed even after things went crazy. If he would stay after having met Mother was another ques
