I’ll be fine, he clipped out.
Bitty nailed the angel in the arm. Bad-Ass Big Uncles. And will you stop.Nevaaaaaaaaaaah! the angel cackled. Before giving Bitty a playful tug on her hair.
As Bitty skipped out ahead and Rhage drew Mary in against him, he called out, The library, okay? Bit, we’re going in the library.You ready? he whispered to his shellan. As she nodded, he murmured, It’s going to be fine.When they were all in there together, he shut the doors. Man, it felt like he was back in his own skin, his own life, his own ocean, swimming freely with the current instead of against it. And Mary was the same way—Dearest Virgin Scribe, it was good to see the light back in his shellan’s eyes and the smile on her face.
And as for Ruhn? The guy was a gem. Quiet, dignified in himself, not a pansy, either. He had insisted on carrying his things up to the guest room he’d been given down the hall of statues. And was already looking for projects to fix, clean, or improve.Fritz was going to learn to hate the motherfucker.
What is it? Bitty said—before she got distracted by the Christmas tree. Oh, my—we need to celebrate your holiday, Mom. But not yet. Ruhn needs presents. We need to … we need to figure out what he likes and I have an allowance. I can get him some myself—but you guys need to, too.
Mary laughed and drew the girl over to the sofa. Absolutely, we will.Is that still true? she whispered.
Axe crossed his arms over his chest. What do you want from me, Elise? Why did you come here?I’m just … I’m so sorry. I jumped to conclusions and I leveled a lot of things at you. And I’m really sorry. My emotions got the best of me, I guess.
It’s okay, he muttered. I mean, it’s cool.It’s really not. She seemed so sad. I guess the truth is … well, as you said, I’m a better professor than I am a student. I decided everything, and you’re right, I didn’t let you even defend yourself.