Chapter 11 Don’t Throw Out the Baby with the Bathwater
Jon watched as a crow came flying in and landed, he now realized, on what was a perch on the front porch.
“Clive,” Ellen addressed the crow, “I know the storm is pushing its way back in, but Jon’s brother is bringing the wife and babies for a visit. There might be a dragon looking for them.”
The crow drew back; his eyes blinked in the porch light, and then regained his composure. “Caw,” erupted as a throaty rumble from the bird.
“I certainly do no expect you and yours to risk your life,” Ellen said above the rising wind. “But a shout-out if anything odd or unexpected comes this way would be appreciated.”
What sounded like laughter came from the bird.
“Really?” Ellen rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’ll give you that. It is all odd and unexpected around here. Just please, a shout-out would be appreciated.”
“Caw,” was the response as he took off into the night.
“Smartass,” she rolled her eyes again as she unlocked the door.
“I am coming in and checking under the beds,” Jon’s voice brokered his discontent at the entire situation. “Then I am gone. I hope to have this finished before the storm unleashes its fury.”
Jon stood on the penthouse roof. Yes, part two of the storm was making its way across the city. And there most assuredly was someone in the penthouse. And it was female. He could hear her voice. She was on the phone. Time for a little vampire magic of the kingly sort. Oh well, perhaps no need for that. Lightning just took out a transformer, he could smell the ozone, which had taken out lights for this block.
The hotel had a back up generator that would keep the exit signs lit and an emergency light in each room. From peering in the windows, it appeared this suite had a light in the bedroom and the bathroom. Most good. Coming in the front door would not give him away. Ellen said he and Gilly had the same profile. Now was the time to see if anyone else thought so as well.
Using the key, he unlocked the door and entered the semi-dark room. The voice had stopped so he had been heard. Taking a sniff, there was the underlying faint smell of a dry, cold blooded, scaly reptile. The nice thing about a dragon in a human body was that their senses were not one hundred percent. Not that it mattered. Jon still smelled like a Twillard.
“I was beginning to wonder where you were?” a sultry voice came from the bedroom doorway. “I let myself in, I hope you don’t mind. The longer I sat at the bar, the more I got hit on. I thought it was just best to wait here.”
“And just how did you get in?” he started walking towards her, his voice full of laughter.
“Well, someone left the patio doors unlocked. I just, you know,” she laughed, “flew up and here I am. Because climbing up those bricks really do things to a girl’s bight red pedicure.”
“What an interesting thing to say,” Jon responded in Gilly’s voice. “Because I love a woman with a bright red pedicure.”
Well yes. Most interesting. Dragons were hermaphroditic. They carried both the female and male reproductive organs. So when they shifted to human, they could shift to either sex. He had smelled reptile that night on the cliff face. At the time, he thought it was the den of rattlesnakes he had disturbed on his way down to the body. Well, maybe not. Most good, he had his killer, as well.
“Most excellent,” she purred as she advanced into the darkened room. “Because I have some lovely long manicured finger nails to match my toes.”
Jon could see her perfectly as she began to shift. As vampire, he was very fast. As king, he was faster than all of them. From the door to across the room he was there in the blink-of-an-eye. Grabbing her by the neck, he had her up in the air and with a slam he brought her down on his outstretched, bent knee, breaking her back. Then he shifted her a bit and broke the bones that controlled her tail.
Clamping his hand around her mouth, the dragon bellowed in silence, steam coming out her nostrils.
“Yes,” he turned the face to his so he could look into her eyes. “It hurts and I have left your immobile. I can promise you, it is going to hurt a lot worse. I am going to crucify you. Pin you to the side of my castle wall and leave you there for the carrion to feast on until the good people of The Realm begin to complain about the smell and cut you up for bait. Or I can give you a swift death. Your choice. But there are conditions to your merciful end.
You and I, we shall have a parlay. I shall begin. Let me tell you what I know. My mother sent you and you killed those college students to frame Gilly. Since I did not kill Gilly, she wanted you to do it. Now, tell me something I do not know.”
“She gave me life,” was said in a hiss of satisfaction.
“I doubt that not,” Jon smiled. “Undoubtedly, she has bastards all over The Realm and a few other places. She needs their death blood to work her magics. Dragon death blood would be powerful stuff,” he laughed. “The last time it was used in a spell, I understand several stars fell and left a gaping hole in The Rosy. Which is why a blood sacrifice, or a Posy,” he smiled, “and that can be any illegitimate child, must now be burned in the center of the henge.”
“Wha-a-a-t?” was stuttered in shock.
“Oh-h-h-h,” Jon smiled. “What? Did she tell you how special you were to her? That she wanted to love you but you had to prove yourself first.” Sadly shaking his head he continued. “P.T. Barnum has a saying he is famous for… There is a sucker born every minute. And I would just like to add that there is someone there to take advantage of him. Of course, Mother is an expert in that area. Lie to you and make you want to believe it. Yes, you are very special to her. Or rather, your blood is. How nice to have a dragon not only at your beck-and-call to do your dirty work, but also on tap.”
“No,” she shook her head. “She loves me.”
“The Twillards have the gift of lying. Especially to ourselves,” he chuckled.
Then his voice became serious. “You must be one of her older bastard children. How long have you been killing for her?”
Hissing at him, he shook his head. “She what, promised to acknowledge you?” His voice was tender. “And she just keeps saying those words that she wanted the two of you to be a family and stroking your face the whole time and her eyes are so sincere and you want to believe her. With all that you are…” his voice trailed off.
“She tells all of her children that,” his voice sounded disgusted.
“And in her hissy-fit rages, she tells you that you are only a bastard child and that you are lucky she did not pinch your nose closed, put your mouth to her breast and smother you while you tried to suckle.”
For a moment, there was a startled look in the dragon’s eyes.
“Yes,” his face was stone, “she raises her children with those fond memories as well. Now, let’s start with your name. It is something regal and fetching, I am sure.”
“Orlaith,” she said with pride.
“Golden princess,” Jon said wearily. “That woman plays all the angles,” he said in disgust.
“It is family secret time. She has no legitimate children, anywhere, because that profits her nothing. She needs the illegitimate type. And I am, in actually not her son, but her brother. No proof of that yet, but I am willing to take odds and bet the bank. Now what interesting tid-bit do you possess?”
“She wants to drop the veil between this world and ours.”
“Yes,” Jon nodded. “The Rosy and The Posy with her bastards’ ashes floating upwards to the stars.”
“You really do know,” the dragon’s eyes were no longer filled with reservation and he could see reality being absorbed into her being. Her king was going to kill her. Either slowly or quickly. There was no coming back from this. Mother was not going to step in and plead for her life.
“It will be quick and painless? Do you promise?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Either in dragon form or human. It matters not to me.”
“I prefer my true form so that I will die with dignity. Not human,” she shuddered. “
“So be it.”
“She is searching for the center of the universe. She was going to follow your ashes to find it.”
“Why?” he asked.
“I do not know,” was the solemn reply.
“Did she say anything at all about Gilly?”
“No. She just wanted him dead. That he was a vast disappointment and that I was to eat him slowly. She wanted all the details about how he cried and begged and screamed for his life.”
“That sounds about right,” he said with a sigh. “For both of them. Then what were you to do?”
“Return to her, on the night of the full moon.”
“When you are at your weakest,” he gave her a small, tight, smile. “Did you gift her with a tooth?”
“What?” in her eyes he could see that she did.
“Dearest mommy asked prettily for a memento from you. You gave her a tooth. It has been set as a blade and is now a weapon to kill you. She would slit your throat when you leaned in for a kiss. For such a kiss, she places her hand on your cheek, and the other on your neck.”
When she blinked, Jon thought maybe he saw tears there.
“In our soul, we want to be loved. She is your mother. It is not wrong to want to be loved by her. But you have to understand, the only person she loves is herself.”
“My king,” she addressed him, her tone quiet and sincere. “Do you know why she is so?”
“No,” he shook his head. “I do not.
Are you ready?” he asked.
Nodding her head, she continued speaking. “All she ever talked about was you. What a fine job she had done raising you. How proud she was of you. Gillmore and Reginald she seldom mentioned.
She hated Drust, with a passion she said she did not know she possessed. It was with her knife, this one that she made from my tooth; her hand bloodied Drust’s body and tongue so that you would kill that which you thought you loved. She said you were incapable of love. That you could only love her.
She wants to bed you,” her lips barely moved as her dragon form solidified. “Then dance in your blood.”
“That sounds about right,” Jon said with a sigh. “Find peace, Orlaith,” were the final words she heard as he broke her neck. There in the darkness, he watched as the air currents began to shift about. The small tornado formed above her and then she was gone.
“Shit,” he mouthed as he considered the wake for Reginald. “This should be all kinds of fun.”
Walking out onto the patio he watched the lightning track the sky with its power and beauty. “Stop by our quarters at the hospital, gather some plants and then home,” he sighed. “Home,” and he felt the smile tugging on the ends of his mouth. “Home,” he laughed out into the night as he took flight.
There was a mini-van parked in the driveway. A “Caw” carried on the wind as a way of greeting. “I owe you,” Jon said.
Crows began laughing throughout the trees. “I owe all of you,” he said with a smile as he climbed the steps to the front porch.
Unlocking the door and stepping inside, before he could shake off the water, Ellen was in his arms.
“Miss me?” he grinned.
“Yes,” she smiled in return. “And we have house guests. Gilly is in the living room with Gretta. Please, after a kiss make that your first stop.”
It was deep, soulful and satisfying and when he let her go, she was a bit breathless.
Hanging up his jacket, he put his arm around her and found Gilly sitting in a chair and reading a book. Gretta was not asleep, nor was she awake, but somewhere in-between, blissfully listening to the sound of her father’s voice.
“The fever has gone down, but not much,” Gilly gave out a ghost of a smile. “Oh wonderful, you brought the healer’s sack back with you,” he said motioning to the bag of herbs. “I thank you for that.
And,” he said leaning in as Jon sat down on the ottoman and took the baby. “Miss Ellen has a gun…with a silencer…with silver bullets…” and you could see the shock on his face.
“Yes, I know,” Jon replied as he pulled back the blanket and ran his hands carefully over Gretta’s body. “Hello little one,” he smiled at her as he continued his exam. “Uncle Jon brought you something to bathe in. It will make you feel so much better.”
“Can you fix her a tonic?” her father asked. “I do not care for the smell of the antibiotics. There is nothing natural about them. I have changed her diaper and it reeks of this…this unclean smell.”
“Yes, but for this time and place that is what is available. Gilly,” he shook his head. “I do not dose humans. I would not know where to start on one so small. However, a little something in her bath water and her skin will feel much better, which will make her feel better.” Regarding his brother, the pensive feeling left him. Good for Gillmore. Undoubtedly he wanted to know about tonight. But his focus was his baby. Jon hated to admit it, but he was impressed. Who would have thought it possible? His baby brother putting some else’s needs first.
“She is going to be just fine,” Jon smiled at him. “So put your mind at ease. Let me tell you about tonight,” he said. “Here, we need to move to the kitchen. I’ll mix it up. Let’s put a towel or two down and we’ll wipe down Miss Gretta.”
As the prepped for the bath, the story began and they were engrossed.
Jon’s attention was on the baby as he talked. “Brother, do you know the plant Dragon’s Ash?” he asked as he checked Gretta’s reflexes. As she tracked his finger with her eyes, he made a face at her and she giggled.
“Not really. Only heard stories. Some type of weed. Not useful to anyone but dragons. When they first build their nest, they put that down first, torch it, scratch it around and then start their gold hoard on top of it. Something about the dragon not sleeping restfully if the hoard is not anchored in the weed.”
“That’s not bad,” Jon regarded his brother. “You know more than most.”
Gilly shrugged as he offered his finger to his daughter to hold while Jon was looking in her ears. “Dragons tell no one what plant it is for fear of it all being squirrelled away and they would have to ransom it. And no one has ever seen these ashes because once the hoard has been seeded with wealth, well…the dragon gets very pissy if anyone comes looking about. Once burned, the dragon is supposed to know every mote of that weed’s ash that dances on the air currents and goes looking if one is missing.”
“I am impressed,” Jon eyed his brother.
“Things said in the moment of passion,” he shrugged. “Dragons like sex and like to talk after sex.”
Jon could only stare at him and shake his head. “They also like to eat after sex,” he added.
“Only their mate,” Gilly replied, his voice low, clearing his throat.
Ellen looked at the two brothers. The oldest, shaking his head in disapproval, the younger at least having the dignity to look sheepish.
“What does it look like?” Ellen asked.
“Like the goldenrod that is found here,” Jon replied, brought back to the task at hand. “In the sunlight, or even a bit of starlight, it reflects the light back and it looks like gold. That is probably what initially attracted the dragons.”
Giving the baby a kiss on the nose, he found the right water temperature and began filling the bowl, adding the crumbled up plant to a small bag. Drawing it closed, he tossed it in. “We need to give this a second to release its essential oils. We will start with just sponging her off. Poppa,” Jon shook his head in silent mirth at the word, “you gently wipe her down and I will monitor. Let us begin now,” he smiled as he removed the bag and a light, clean, crisp fragrance filled the room.
“What did happen tonight?” The youngest brother asked while he bathed his daughter.
“The dragon is dead,” his attention was on his brother. “Her name was Orlaith.”
“Does not ring any bells,” Gilly said wringing out the cloth and dipping it back in the bowl. “I only saw her briefly once. Before she shifted and took flight. I don’t think she saw me.”
For a moment, Jon was going to ask his younger brother just what he was doing stalking a dragon. That was a good way to become take-out. Then thought better of it. Some things he just did not want to know. “You were right about Mother wanting you dead. You are no longer useful to her and so she was looking to dispose of you. When I did not do it after the students were killed…” Jon shrugged. “She had a weapon in place. It is well known you like fiery redheads.”
“The college student was raped,” Ellen said with disgust. “And Orlaith is female?”
“Dragons have both male and female sex organs,” Jon said as he monitored the baby’s pulse. “They can shift to either form. Orlaith was a male when he killed the college students. Eating out the eyes, that is a typical dragon delicacy.”
“Oh,” she replied thoughtfully then made a face.
“Now,” Jon continued on, “what is interesting about the burned dragon weed, is that is highly toxic when torched with dragon fire. Then they build their nest on top of it and poison it with their bodily fluids. I think this is what Mother is dosing you with. Dragon’s Ash.”
“What?” Gilly choked out.
“I have seen someone exposed to it once. The mother was a Picker. She brought in her son strapped down on a litter. Apparently they thought they had figured out a way into a dragon’s lair. What they had not counted on was the burned ash. The boy was in a bad way. Drust soaked him in towels of different pH values until he was calm enough to put in a tub. For the passing of the sun we kept switching out the water and herbs, trying to find him some relief. It was a good thing that this moron did not attempt this during the dark of the moon. The dragon would have tracked him and had him for a snack.”
“Ick,” Ellen muttered as she got the visual. “Like a snake, they poison you and then eventually catch up with you and consume you at their leisure.”
“Pretty much,” Jon nodded in agreement. “Now,” He addressed his brother. “What happens physically to you before you shift?”
“I get really itchy and I feel like I want to scratch my eyes out and peel off my skin. And once or twice I think I have done that.”
“And Mother always locks you in?” Jon asked.
“Dearest brother,” Gilly smiled at him. “I appreciate you trying to solve this for me, truly, but where would Mother find a dragon who would give that to her? She is just not that charming. You offer a dragon what they want and they will do your bidding but only up to a point. They are all about relieving you of your gold and finding a way to screw you over. So I am sure Orlaith happily took her gold. But that a dragon would share anything from their nest…no. Not ever.”
“I concur,” Jon nodded in agreement. “But the dragon Orlaith seemed to think that she was her daughter.”
Silence gripped the room.
“I was not there when you were small,” Jon said tenderly. “But I would hear the stories.”
There were tears rolling down Gilly’s checks. “So the rumors were true. Obviously she did not ingest it while she was pregnant with me, because of what it would do to her. But as I grew, she just kept upping the amount so that it appeared I had…that I was flawed,” he said wiping his eyes and picking up his daughter and holding her next to him as he rocked back and forth, the pain in him gripping his soul. “She turned me into a murderer, a vile, foul creature…and I was always so frightened of this monster that I would become!”
Gretta pushed back from her father and leaning in gave him a little slobbery baby kiss. Smiling at him, she patted his cheek. Gilly felt his heart lurch at the trust that he saw in her face. Through his tears, he held her close while she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“He has an allergic reaction,” Ellen was a bit flabbergasted.
“Yes,” Jon smiled at her. “And now that we know, it can be corrected. Starting with, you stay away from Mother,” his pupils were vertical slits and his fangs were down.
“So, just to make sure I have this straight,” Gilly was wide-eyed and revulsion gripped him. “She has children so that they can help her kill her children.”
“I think, brother,” Jon smiled at him. “That the next night of the no moon, you shall spend it with me. And we shall see what happens.
Oh-h-h,” Jon stopped and turned toward the door. “Miss Jody is up and coming this way.”
“You need to tell her the truth,” Ellen’s voice was pointed. “She is going see the photos of my family and is to ask questions and I am not going to lie to her. Jon told me the truth, you need to do the same.”
“Photos of your family?” Gilly mumbled and wanted to quickly backpedal away from what Ellen suggested. “The truth! If I do that, what if she hates me?” he whispered.
“If I do that?” Ellen mocked him. “Oh,” she chuckled, “you are going to tell her and she is going to do more than hate you. She is going to beat you with something. Let me set the broom out so she can see it. You both will feel much better once she makes contact a couple of times. She may or not want a divorce. But whatever she decides, you just be a man and take it. Here, let me hold the baby.”
“Oh,” Jody smiled as she entered the kitchen. “Here everyone is. How is Gretta doing?”
“Much better,” Jon smiled and stepped over beside Ellen.
“Jon made a soothing potion to go in her bath water. I wiped her down with a warm cloth,” Gilly smiled at his wife and took the baby from Ellen.
“I did not know you and Jon had a son, Ellen. He is a handsome young man. Looks just like his father,” Jody smiled at Jon. “Both of you in the military,” she beamed. “Thank you for your service,” Jody said placing her hand over her heart.
“Thank you,” Ellen replied. “But that is not a photo of Jon. That is my deceased husband, Charles. He and our son Random were both killed in Afghanistan.”
“But…” Jody was at a loss for words, there was confusion on her face. “In the hall, the photograph…”
“That photo of my two beloved warriors was taken ten years ago. About a year before they both died.”
“But…” she looked puzzled as she stared at Jon.
“I know,” Ellen put her arm around her. “Jon looks just like him. And I look like Jon’s first mate, Drust.”
“Well yes, Gill told me that you were Jon’s second wife…” her glance shifted to Jon who nodded yes. “And you look Just like her?”
“M-m-m-m,” Ellen nodded her head. “There is no photograph of her but I believe them.”
“Am I missing something here…?” Jody’s voice trailed off.
“Yes,” Ellen nodded. “Gill has things he needs to tell you. Not all of it will be good. I’ll make you a pot of herbal tea if you like. I’d offer to get you the whisky but you are nursing Gretta. If you want anything validated,” she put her hand on her shoulder, “just come and see us. We’ll be in the living room. Oh, and I left the broom out for you. Before you beat him with it, I’ll hold the baby.”
Slowly Jody turned to her husband. “Gill,” and it was not her happy voice, “what is going on?”
Gillmore Twillard thought he had had worse days. Perhaps he should have let that giant sloth suck out his brains instead of swallowing him whole and then being passed out of his sphincter. As he began his story about his early life and his age and his family, Jody finally stood and said, “Have you been mixing drugs with liquor? Because if you have, I will beat you! I will not have a druggie around our kids.”
About thirty minutes later, they were in the living room.
Jody sat down in a chair, “I need more,” she said shaking her head. “You,” she pointed to Gilly as he drew up a chair, “not next to us.”
That asshole, Jon scowled at his brother. He had painted the very broad strokes and left him to do the fine detail work. Asshole! It was interesting though, Jody looked like a believer.
“You are what we would call fae,” she began, looking at Jon. “You do not call yourself that, but humans would.”
“Yes,” he nodded.
Looking at Ellen, all the lady of the house could do was nod and said, “That seems to be correct. They have different names but I would call them Fae.”
“And,” Jody was scrutinizing Jon, “you are the King of the Supernaturals and a vampire,” she raised an eyebrow at Jon.
“Yes,” he nodded.
“Prove it,” she said.
Jon raised his upper lip. “As you can see, all normal…now…” and you could hear his fangs slide into place, “not so normal.”
Jody sat back deeper in her chair, her eyes round. Gilly was sitting on the floor and as he raised up to take her hand, she batted it away and hissed at him, her eyes never leaving Jon. “And the only reason this no-good made contact with you was because he thought a dragon had done something to Gretta?”
“Yes,” Jon nodded. “But she has pinkeye and an ear infection, nothing more.”
“And you killed this dragon?” There was disbelief in Jody’s voice, but her eyes could still see his fangs.
“Yes,” Jon replied.
“Penthouse suite at The Mayo,” Jon replied, his eyes on Gilly.
Ellen had focused her attention there as well.
“Oh I see,” Jody’s voice was harsh. “He really is a rich bastard. Gill had rented the rooms,” she said nodding her head and biting down on her lower lip.
“Yes,” Jon nodded.
“And when you went there, she was there in his bed? Waiting for him?” Her head had nodded the entire time she said those words. In her heart, she did not want to believe it, but in her head, she knew it was true and it hurt…
“I believe so,” was Jon’s calm reply.
“You do what?” there were tears in her voice as she kicked her husband. “Fuck them and then order room service for breakfast? They bring it on a cart with polished silver and fresh flowers and a bottle of champagne. You leave a large tip and then fuck her again before lunch before you leave in your thousand dollar suit?”
Gilly was sitting on the floor, his arms wrapped around his upper torso, trying to find some warmth…his eyes holding the sorrow.
The tears were streaming down her face. “I pinch every penny and save every dime so we can go to the lake every summer for a couple of weeks and my husband has untold wealth. My gawd, Gill. Have you any idea how worried I have been? No health insurance. My income gone. When Gretta came down with that fever, I wanted to be strong and handle it on my own, because I knew,” she wiped her eyes, “I knew you were busy earning a living for us. I wanted you to be proud of me,” the tears were falling faster, “but apparently I cannot compete with the hookers and only God knows what or who else you fuck.”
Gill was on his knees, in front of her, his heart breaking. “Yes, from the first day, I lied to you. And then I fell in love with you and I did not know how to tell you the truth. And when Sara was born, I was so filled with joy…and fear,” his tears fell. “I did these things to keep you and the children safe,” he was crying, his heart breaking. “I knew no other way. If Mother knew about you…” he wiped his eyes and shuddered.
Jody held Gretta next to her. Her little lovey that had not been poisoned by a dragon…just what the fuck! Her focus was on Jon.
“Is she really that bad?”
“Worse,” he countered. “Imagine your ghastliest nightmare and you are not even close.
Please, allow me to begin at the beginning. You can then compare notes between what Gilly and I have told you. Any time you have a question, just ask. At any point if you want to shoot him, I believe Ellen has a pistol. One silver bullet to the head or his heart would end his misery.”
Jon’s story was the stuff of nightmares! That they were Fae, well, she just shrugged that thought away. Folks with gifts ran in her family. Her grandmother could dowse for water using two cut metal coat hangers, her gandpa was a rainmaker. Nor was she a stranger to bad parenting. Her sister-in-law, Lily, had raised herself and her baby sister. Her parents would drink and smoke pot out on the sun porch as soon as they walked in the door from work. Dinner and homework and bedtime were forgotten by the adults as Lily heated soup and made cheese sandwiches for the two of them. Then she supervised homework and bedtime.
Evil Joniad took parenting to a ghastly, repulsive, level. This atrocious woman kept the Twillard children intentionally from each other and others as well.
Jody looked at her husband. She knew him to be a kind soul. A loving father and husband. And apparently on the nights of a new moon, a horrible monster because of his evil mother.
What astounded her the most about the story she was hearing was the total lack of any type of regard for anyone. At one point she stopped Jon. “So the only care and affection either of you received while you were young was from your nurse, Gretta?” she asked, kissing her sleeping daughter on the forehead.
“Yes,” Jon replied as he smiled at the sleeping infant.
“You poor souls,” slipped out of her mouth as she felt a lurch in her heart.
They were still talking as the sun was coming up. Gilly sat up straighter on the floor beside Jody’s feet. “The children are waking, I’ll get them.”
Jody watched her husband walk off. What was it like not to be loved? She had no idea nor did she ever want to find out.
“He loves you,” Jon said. “And the children. I am not excusing him for what he has done, but truly, if he were to act outside the expected norm, that being a self absorbed asshole, someone would come looking.”
“Are we in danger?” she asked.
“Now that I know you exist, no,” Jon replied. “However, you can shoot?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“I’ll pour you some silver bullets,” Ella grinned.
“And he won’t do those awful things anymore,” she grimaced. “His own mother, poisoning him.”
“I’ll be with him the night of the no moon,” Jon’s voice was reassuring. “He should be fine. If he is not, do you want me to kill him?”
“What?” her voice caught.
“If he continues to shift, he will have to be locked away on those nights. If that is a burden for you, there are options,” Jon stressed. “I want you to know that.”
There was the small thunder of small feet announcing that two small people were incoming. “Daddy is going to make oatmeal!” Sara whooped as they ran around the room. Then she was back out the door and on her way to the kitchen with Willy in hot pursuit.
“Oatmeal,” Ellen grinned. “I guess I should show him where it is. Jon, in the attic there is a highchair and booster seat. If you would get them down please, I’ll see about some type of fruit bowl for breakfast.”