Yes, buddy, you are totally fucked.
I sighed when I heard her words.
It wasn't even Friday.
“My sweet angel,” her grandmother said as she carefully took Anaya from her son.
They’re passing them around like pass the parcel, I muttered to Lielit.
Come over here, she said sweetly.
No. I feel safer over here.
Her father narrowed his eyes at me, but when his wife passed Owain into his arms, he softened immediately, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
I swallowed, my gaze flicking between them, already calculating how many germs were being transferred to my son and daughter. I wondered—briefly—whether it would be considered rude to wipe the babies down in front of everyone.
Oh, here we go, Lielit chimed in.What are you going to do when they go to nursery? School?
I winced at the thought.
Owain was slightly larger than Anaya. They were only thirteen hours old, but both were fit and healthy—remarkable, considering they’d arrived eight days early.
Anaya had Lielit’s bow-shaped lips but my sharp nose. Owain’s was—
I hope she doesn’t flare them like you do, Lielit cut in, irritation bleeding through the bond.
It’s a microscopic tracker, I said calmly.It helped me locate you when you were kidnapped.
And why don’t I remember you putting a tracker in me?
I turned to face her.
Because I had it done before you were transported to the island.
God—if she found out about the—
Too late.
Her glare hit me full force.
You had me in a shipping container? I arrived implanted, drugged, and on a boat.
It’s best to get it all out, Fenrir advised.
There’s that saying—honesty is the best policy, Bouda added pleasantly.
I paused, registering Bouda’s voice. Soft like Lielit’s—but edged. Sharp. I had no doubt she could be just as lethal as Fenrir.
Baby, it’s all in the past now.
I stepped closer.
That’s right. Bring your neck to me.
I stopped.
It worked both ways.
