“What are you doing?” Her voice shook.“Whatever I want, sweetheart.”
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart … Anything. And I’ll do it.”
“Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, “If you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.”
“What are you doing?”“Whatever I want.”
“Do you see those white shapes?” he asked. I sucked in my breath. “What is it?” Mom shook her head. “We’re not sure yet. But, Charlotte, whatever they are, it appears that they followed us here.”
“I want to be a Huntress when I grow up!" shouted a voice from the throng.Kyna rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You can't be a Huntress, Liam. You're not a centaur and you're not a female.”