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“Rescuing you, apparently,” he snapped.
“We wouldn’t have needed rescuing if you had beenhere. But you weren’t. You left us.”
Neither of us needed me to say “again” for it to be heard.
“It was a parade,” I went on. “Everyone looked happy. Was celebrating. There were kids everywhere. Why should we stay stuck inside just becauseyoucouldn’t be here?”
“It’s notsafefor you out there,” Levi countered. “You’re human.”
“Jakub isn’t,” I pointed out softly. “This is his heritage, too. His people. He should get to experience it, don’t you think?”
“Not like this,” Levi growled.
“You’re right,” I said coldly. “It would be better if someone who knew what it was about had been here to show it to him.”
Levi swayed backward on his heels. “I needed some time to think,” he said lamely. “To process.”
“So, you went to some sort of violent protest?”
“I didn’t know it was going to get violent.”
“Really? Because I could sense it almost instantly once the mood changed. Either you’re an idiot or purposefully naïve. I don’t know which it is, Levi. But until you grow up and learn how to be a better person, you’re in no shape to be a father.”
Levi opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Jakub called for me from the bathroom.
“Don’t bother,” I told him, glad for the interruption. “Myson needs help.”
I walked away without another word.
Chapter Seventeen
Sarah
Bright. Everything was so bright.
Groaning unhappily, I rolled over, yanking the covers with me in passive-aggressive anger at the sheer arrogance of the world in waking me up before I was good and rested. Why couldn’t the sun understand I needed a minimum of sixty straight hours of sleep every night?
It was just plain rude of the giant ball of fire to run on such a precise twenty-four-hour cycle, day after day after day.
Give me some ofthatenergy! Maybe then I could easily handle a four-year-old every morning.
A smile tugged at the muscles of my mouth. The caffeine-less response would have looked more like a drooling droopy-face to anyone else. But I knew what it meant.
Yanking down the covers, I got up, knowing I likely had minutes to consume coffee in peaceful solitude. Then theotherball of energy, the one that was much smaller and not two billion years old, would come soaring into the roam, demanding we start the day.
Wrapping myself up in a giant robe, courtesy of Levi, I shuffled out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen, blinking sleep out of my eye. Why was Isoexhausted? The sun was up and glowing, the day was in full swing, and—
A jolt went up my spine as I stopped in my tracks. The day was in full swing?
The day was in full swing!
“Jakub?” I called, swinging around as I came to full alertness, instinct, training, and motherhood all kicking in at once to provide far more energy than coffee ever could.
There was no sign of him. My ears were returning silence as well. He wasn’t in the condo, or if he was, he was being quiet.Tooquiet to not be up to no good. Silence is a mother’s best—and worst—friend.
Where the hell was he?
For that matter, where was Levi? A double-edged question, for sure.
