Two:
Upon my return, Jaxie was waiting with her hands crossed over her chest. My sort-of twin was looking me over from head to toe with her mixed colored gaze.
“Well, well, well, the prodigal dhampir returns!”
She mused to me in a chirping tone as bright as her eyes. I could feel the amusement, and mild curiosity burning in her gut.
“So, I had to cleverly tell your lady paramour that you were called home, and Faith took you. Judging from the shadow portal, I would guess I was right on the second count.”
Jaxie said, and she search me, and sniffed. She lingered close to my personal space and made a humming sound.
“Smells like cigars, and Irish car bombs. Dear gods, did you actually have fun without me?!”
Jaxie sulked as if I’d just sacrificed her first born before her eyes.
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