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“She can’t help it,”
“Neither can I, it’s the strangest sensation I am always aware of her, and I don’t like it.” he answers.
“How is Dustin taking it?”
“He knows it can’t be helped, but you need to mark her, brother. Cedric said she should complete the shift once her body is at full strength, so hopefully not long. You should take her in town for when she shifts.” he says but I shake my head.
“She won’t leave Azalea. She hasn’t said it, but I know the first shift is petrifying her,” he sighs.
“Well, I’m going to head off and see if the dungeons collapse in on Trey,” he snorts, slinking off in that way he does. I shake my head and wander off to check on Abbie.
I bring water to Abbie and Tyson. She accepts the bottle with a grateful nod, her emerald eyes meeting mine briefly before returning to distracting Tyson. Even now, with dirt smudged across her cheek and her auburn hair an unruly mess, she is still beautiful.
“You should rest,” I tell her, noting the shadows beneath her eyes. “You’ve been helping Clarice with the kids since dawn.”
“So has everyone else,” she replies simply.
“You need to be at full strength for your first shift.” She sighs and peers over at the castle.
Tandi wanders off with the children except Tyson who rarely lets go of Abbie’s hand lately. “Fine, just let me check in with Azalea first; I want to make sure she doesn’t need me for anything, then I might take Tyson down in town to shower,” she says but it is almost like she is questioning if leaving is a good thing.
“Hopefully you can convince Azalea to head in town with you. She also needs a break away from here.” She sighs knowing I am right; both girls need a break, need a moment of normalcy, something they won't find here. Mentioning Azalea is sly on my side knowing she will do anything for Azalea, so I know she’ll find a way to convince her. We wander over to where Azalea stands with Clarice and Kyson when I suddenly hear Liam through the mind link.
‘Psst,’ He hisses at me, and I turn looking for him.
‘Why are you whispering? It’s a mindlink; no one can hear you but me,’ I say. He waves his arms in the air so I can find him where he is by the only remaining chimney still half standing amongst the rubble. I lift my arms wondering what the heck he wants. He waves me over, but I shake my head.
‘Get here now! I need you to help me haul the body off!’ Liam hisses at me through the mind link and I wonder if I heard him right.
‘Huh?’ I ask.
‘I want to make a kebab out of him. You know, up the bum.’
‘What are you talking about?’ I snap at him.
‘Come here, and I will share him with ya,’ he says. I glance around suddenly curious what he is talking about.
‘You know, a head on a stick, a chicken stick or kebab. Quick before anyone notices, and they ruin my fun!’ Liam tells me.
‘I swear if you are making me walk over there to show me something stupid or to toss another rock at me, I will fuck you up!’ I growl.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell Abbie, wandering over to Liam to find out what has him almost pissing his pants with excitement.
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They say luck comes in threes, and I am beginning to believe that old superstition as I sift through the rubble. Brick after brick, rock after rock, and dust… Well, you get the picture. Anyway, I am knee-deep in shit! Not literal shit, but you know, kind of metaphorical … Aaah, nope! I am pretty sure that may have been an actual turd and not a rock that time. I toss it over my shoulder, hearing a grunt before nearly squealing with joy when I find my trusty apron.
I clutch it, making sure it is in one piece. It has a small burn hole but never mind that; it adds character!
“Oh, please, no. Of all the things to survive. That thing should have been the first to burn,” Dustin groans behind me. I narrow my eyes at him; what a vile thing to wish for! Does he not know how hard I worked to get it smelling like barbecued death and marinated skin jerky?
“That is not coming with us!” Dustin declares. That’s what he thinks!
“I think I might wear it when we get married one day,” I tell him, and he scrunches up his face.
“You will do no such thing!” he snarls, yet I am caught on the fact he didn’t deny he is going to marry me.
“It’s a piece of art! See this stain right here?” I ask, pointing to it.
