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grandmother placed a hand gently on my shoulder.
    I blinked and sniffed, then rubbed my nose. “I’m fine. Just cold. Can I get a tissue, please?”
    Eyes wide, she said, “Of course! Grab that angel of yours and let’s get you two inside to warm up.”
    Rafe drew to my side and I jumped ahead before he could touch me. I wanted nothing to do with him right now.
    “Welcome to Halo Home,” Zeke said.
    I stood at the entrance and stared, wide-eyed, at the vast interior of the first floor. The foyer opened out into the living room, which opened to the dining room, which opened to the kitchen. One great room with a giant round fireplace in its center. This house was way too large for only two people.
    Aurora nodded. “I know what you’re thinking. Yes, it’s too big for Zeke and me, which is why we have other Hatchet knights live here with us. This house has become something of a sanctuary over the years, mostly for new knights in training.”
    I nodded, though I was puzzled by something Aydin once told me. “I thought it was too dangerous for the knights to live together. Made them vulnerable.”
    Rafe studied my face. “Turns out it was more dangerous for them not to.”
    My grandmother lifted both eyebrows in agreement. “It’s true that keeping the knights together can make them a target for black veil crackpots.” She shook her head. “Young knights come to us as orphans from time to time and we care for them until they’re ready to go out on their own. It’s a sad but necessary part of being a Hatchet knight. We’re prone to losing the people we’re close to.”
    I’d been an orphan too, except I’d had no one to help me but a monastery of monks in Lebanon before I was kidnapped by the leader of the Vyantara.
    She tipped her head to one side and said, “Follow me to the kitchen, Chalice. You can help me finish making cookies.” She frowned at the two men and made a shooing motion with her hands. “I’m sure these two can find something to do with themselves.”
    Zeke rolled his eyes. “Sure, steal our grandchild so you can have her all to yourself. When is it my turn?”
    “When I say so.” She marched toward the other end of the house and I followed.
    “I’m sorry to tell you this,” I told Aurora as I watched her tug cookie sheets from a lower cupboard, “but I can’t cook.”
    She winked at me. “There’s nothing to it, honey. Have you ever mixed a spell?”
    I thought about the summoning ritual I’d performed to bring my fallen angel father across. “Sort of.”
    She set the pans on the counter and placed a large mixing bowl filled with dough beside them. “A pinch of this, a dash of that, stir it all together and presto. You’re a cook.”
    It couldn’t be that easy.
    She handed me a spoon. “Scoop up a teaspoon of batter and plop it on the cookie sheet. Keep doing that until the bowl is empty.”
    I stuck my finger in the batter for a taste. Peanut butter. Yummy.
    Aurora smacked my hand. “None of that now. You’re as bad as your mother was.”
    Wiping my hand on a towel, I asked, “What was she like?”
    “Your mother? Headstrong, fearless, determined. A lot like you, I suspect.” She dumped two cups of flour into a large mixing bow. “Felicia was an amazing woman. I wish you’d had a chance to know her.”
    “Me, too.” But all I had was one photo. Aydin had rescued it from a fire and saved it for me. It was a precious gift I’d cherish forever.
    “You’re very lucky, you know,” Aurora said as she cracked an egg on the side of the bowl. “I don’t know of anyone who’s ever survived the gargoyle’s curse with their humanity intact.”
    “I’m guessing you know the whole story about what happened to me?”
    “In great detail.”
    Of course she knew. She must have her finger on the pulse of the entire Hatchet order no matter how scattered they were. I guessed that Rafe kept her well informed about everything having to do with me. Everything he knew,