“Aurora, I am here to escort you home.” Grella offered his sister an outstretched hand.
“I do not want to go home.”
“You must, Mother wishes it.”
“I do not care, I am staying with Jean.”
“You are young, so I shall forgive your petulance, but you are going. I have already had this same discussion with Jean.”
“It was hardly a discussion,” I chipped in.
Grella, unimpressed by my words, took a step closer to his sister, who in turn took a step back.
“It is unfair to embroil a stranger in the workings of our family, my sister.”
“Oh, I wouldn"t let it bother you. I have no family of my own, so it"s nice to be a part of one even if it"s just to disrupt it.”
Grella"s fingers were around my throat in a blur of white movement, snowflakes lifting in his wake to kiss their brethren halfway do
