Page 33 of Spirit Island

Eonic snorted.“Not like anyone else I know.”

“Oh, hush. Ilike Jane. She’s strong.”

“Really? Youcan tell that?”

“She had andraised a son to this stage without her mate. She had to be strong.I had you, and Andreux was still a handful and exhausting.”

She lookedtoward the garden, where the shrieks and giggles were still coming.“A grandson. I thought Andreux was going to sit behind hiscomputers forever.”

Eonic smiled.“Obviously, the trade show was a good move for him.”

“Oh. That wasit. Wasn’t it? Right. He came back so strange and hostile.”

“And sad. Hewas sad.”

Monique smiledat him. “He isn’t sad anymore, but now, he needs to get someprivacy.”

“Do you thinkthat Terro will trust us to watch him?”

“We will haveto arrange things with Jane. Since Andreux’s house is nearby, wemay be considered suitable temporary guardians.”

There was awail from the gardens. Andreux carried Terro out, and Jane smiledand walked behind, saying, “Put him on the table.”

Andreux satTerro down, and his knee had scuffed fabric and blood on it. Hefrowned. “I can transport him to a medical centre.”

Jane kissed herson’s forehead and crooned, “You can’t run in two directions at thesame time.”

He sniffed, andhis face was heartbreaking. “Ouch, Mama.”

She nodded andmoved her fingers over the wound. A brightness occurred at herfingertips, and the skin glowed and knit together. The trouserswere cleaned up and repaired the same way. Jane looked at Andreux.“That I do myself.”

He stared andsmiled. “Wow, Terro. Your mom is really good.”

Jane kissed thespot where the injury had been, and her son wrapped his arms aroundher neck, placing a big smacking kiss on her cheek. “Tank,Mama.”

“You arewelcome, Terro.”

Monique stared.“You are a healer?”

“Among otherthings. Mostly a video editor and account specialist.”

Monique lookedat the sniffling face of her grandson. He hid his face in her neck,but then, he peeped out at Monique and grinned. Jane chuckled. “Youremember Grandmama.”

“Gamama!” Hereached out and lunged.

Monique caughthim and held the warm, little, squirming mass. “Grandmama.”

Terro smiled.“Gamama.”

Eonic laughed.“Hello, I am Grandpa.”

Terro cockedhis head. “Gampa?”

“Absolutely,little Terro.” He held his hand toward Terro, and the little oneraised his hand.

Jane smiled.“He is very into the high five.”

Eonic changedthe angle, and the tiny hand collided with his, followed by a riotof giggles. The repetitive slapping made Eonic laugh.

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