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"What did you guys normally do when you got hurt?"
He didn't notice her, but ran a hand through his blond hair tiredly, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
He kissed her temple. "It's pretty small..."
"You're demanding answers in a difficult situation. Be an adult here and tell me exactly what you want."
"Yes," she said matter-of-factly. "It's like our eyes, Mama."
"Well... what about back at the guild?"
He was in the kitchen, his back to her and his hands flat against the counter.
He sat down with a small sigh, watching her as she walked around. The place smelled like Briar, and his bed was up in a loft next to a window. He...
"What do you want from me, here, Francis?"
Aubrey dropped her handful of crayons and carefully picked out a blue one. "Nat likes this color."
She relaxed slightly, leaning back in the couch. "We should probably get you some medical attention."
He left the room, closing the door behind him.
His house was fairly small, with just a main kitchen area with a sitting room, a bed in the loft, and a bathroom off to the side. It was cozy,...
"Well, it's the job you have now, like it or not."
"Okay, Mama."
"He's fine," she said again.
He headed for the door, his brows furrowed.
"You signed up for this job five years ago. You had a choice. As did you, Poppy. You both agreed to this."
"I can't write on the bed very well..."
She gave Gabe a strange look, almost chiding. "He's fine. Why?"
