ROCKS AND GLASS HOUSES
“Do you love my son?”
“Lady!” Morgan bowed to the queen. She welcomed the glow of the Ange’el and immediately asked after the welfare of her love. “Is he alive? Did he win the battle?”
Viviane nodded, “Do you? Do you love my son?”
“Apollo won! I knew he would!” Quinn jumped with excitement and slapped Scout on the back. The Yi’ingo stepped away from Quinn, flicked her mane of hair to the opposite side of her head and refused to show anything but contempt.
“More than life itself. Is he well, Lady Viviane?” Morgan was anxious for any news.
“He is fine.” In less than a second, Viviane showered the four women with the scenes of the battle and trial. Quinn raced to Morgan’s arms; they both sobbed. Scout’s expression softened as if a great fog had lifted from her eye
