Claire's POV
Mother said nothing when we walked into the dining room. She raised her eyebrows at our training appearances, and bit her tongue as soon as her eyes narrowed in on our clasped hands. Yeah, Atticus didn't let go of my hand, feeling no discomfort of my mothers hawk eyes. Although, she seemed giddy at this fact. She liked us holding hands.
I could almost see the money signs reflecting in her eyes. Atticus gave her a nod, and took a seat next to me, letting go of my hand in the process. I'm not going to say that my hand felt cold without his hands, cause let's face it- Atticus feels like a block of ice. If anything, my hands warmed up. Plus, heat still lingered from the elemental training.
My mind was still wandering to my blue fire, and the fact that my father is connected t
