Eight:
Once behind the flashing blood runes, Alexia and Abigale stared at me expectantly.
“Mum, what could possibly be so dire that ye come in with yer sword out?”
She asked, her tone more jovial than earlier. My daughter clearly knew me too well to hold my noisy arrival against me. Expecting perfect and prim behavior from an Aubrey would be like expecting Hades to take up gardening. (Considering who his mate is, that is technically two jokes compounded!)
“Yes, actually, I believe ye will find my state well warranted. Abigale, how would ye like to have yer own flesh and bone back?”
I asked, blurting my question, unable to play coy any longer. Green eyes flashed over top of blue ones. Abi looked out at me, and I saw a tremor of her lip. She was flabbergasted.
“Mum?”
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