Then Brittany reached for her phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling a lawyer."
Trisha stared at her. "It's midnight."
"Then I'll wake one up." Brittany's thumb was already moving across the screen, pulling up a directory of awakened legal firms she'd bookmarked months ago and never thought she'd need. Her voice had changed. The desperation was still there, but it had curdled into fury, and fury was easier to move with than grief. "You said they charge a fortune for their time? Fine. If I'm going to be broke in sixty-eight hours, I might as well make some overpaid attorney uncomfortable first."
"Britt-"
"What's the worst that happens? They say no? They hang up?" She found a name, tapped it, and raised the phone to her ear.
Trisha watched her with an expression that wanted to be skeptical but couldn't quite get there, because the fire in Brittany's eyes was the first living thing she'd seen in either of them since they'd walked out of Maeve's tent.
The phone rang twice.
