"I am glad to see you are well," I said to William mildly trying desperately to break the ice. For some reason we had all fallen silent as if this were the very first day we met. But recalling that day, I can safely say it was not.
Silence.
I shifted my staff to my other hand but Fin's confronting gaze did not relent. If I didn't know better I would have said he was trying to intimidate me. I shook free the snarl I felt erupting from me not sure if it was actually coming from me or the cloak. That was the problem you see. I just didn't know at times if it was I who wanted to murder Fin or the cloak. The feeling were at times frighteningly mutual.
But I love Fin. I was not about to be the cause of his demise. Not when saving him put me in this mess in the first place.
"I am really glad to see you, William," I said again. My morbid thoughts not sitting well with me. "But I see that you are not alone," I said next peering into the dense foilege behind him. Foilege that had not been there before. Only one person I knew was dense enough to think that camouflage would work. Who would think no one would notice the oddity of a bush of ..black berries? Popping out in the middle of nowhere meant absolutely nothing. She really did believe that the rest of the world... yours truly included ... was stupider than her.
"Mother! What are you doing here?"
I stares at the bush waiting for it to transform into the luscious leggy blond look that she was last seen spotting. But I was surprised to see ...a fly... pop out of the bush instead.
"Mother?" I called out hesitantly but then the fly drew closer and I saw her. A pixie? Or was it a fairy? I never could tell the difference.
"Mother wha.?"
I was rudely cut off.
"Stop gaping child! Do you know how dangerous that is to pixies? I could have been pulled right in. Sucked into the void that was your scrawny bones. You really have to be mindfull over those lesser than you. On good inhalation and I would be done for?"
Who was she and what had she done to my mother? I stared transfixed at the fluttering red head in tiny skimpy bikini. Only she would find such daring clothes even as a pixie. Of course since they were mere strings I doubted they actually met the definition of clothes. Great my mother was prancing around naked before my ..friends. That she was at least a million times more hotter looking didn't sit well either. But being jealous over my own mother was not something that sat comfortably with me. So I looked away and clashed my gaze with the heat in Fin's. Oh my god!
A swift turn to check William showed me that same heat. And while they both looked terribly hungry, I feared it was not the hunger of unadulterated passion for the opposite sex. Nope theirs was the passion to commit murder.
In short to inhale my mother.
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A Kiss of Life (Bk2)
FantasyDeath's cloak and the untold truths behind it. Book two of The Devil is My Mother.