Of all things that were considered his, his precious young, the only offspring he and his shellan had had, was the moon in his night sky, the joy that marked the household’s hours, his compass for the future. And he wanted so many things for her—not in glymera terms, though. No, he wished for her what her mahmen and he had found—at least for the years until his female had been called unto the Fade.
In the words of Dr. Phil, How’s that working for ya?Hell, maybe she should watch OWN more often. Dr. Phil reruns were on for, like, five hours every morning, Monday through Friday. Surely he’d done a show on couples who disagreed over the baby thing.
Why don’t you go stay at our father’s house, John signed.She thought of the mansion. Yeah, no. I don’t want to even think about that place.As if on cue, images of her and Wrath from back in the beginning hit her hard—especially the memory of their first official date. God, things had been so perfect back then, the two of them falling in love so easily. Wrath had had her over to the house and dressed in a Brooks Brothers suit for the one and only time in their relationship. They’d sat at the dining room table and Fritz had waited on them.
That’s when Wrath had told her she tasted like—With a groan, she put her head in her hands and tried to breathe calmly. Didn’t work. Her brain seemed to have the mental equivalent of an arrhythmia, thoughts and memories from the happy past and worries about the grim future mixing into a jumpy, jerky mess.
The only thing she was clear on?
John was right. She couldn’t go back home yet: The instant she saw Wrath, she was going to light into him, and that was going to get them nowhere.Thanks, man. Manello put out his hand. You’re the best.
The former colleagues clapped palms. Anytime—and I mean that. And … you know, if you ever want to come back, they’d take you in a heartbeat. You’re missed here.Manny’s eyes shifted over to Payne, and the secret smile that hit his lips was another source of awwww.
Nah. I’ve got it good now, but thanks.Chatter. Chatter. Good ol’ days. Bye. Thanks again.