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“Did you notice how much quieter it was last week when Daemonar was visiting his uncle?” Lucivar asked. “Oh, I think everyone in Riada noticed how much quieter it was,” Marian replied. “But he is your son, after all.”
“Baby Andulvar made a big fart and sprayed poop all over before Mother got a clean diaper on him,” Daemonar announced. “Don’t sound so excited, boyo,” Lucivar said. “You and I are going to help clean up the room.” “But, Papa. It stinks in there.”
“You son of a—,” Daemon began. “I love you too, Bastard. Now sit on the bench before I knock you down.”
Sweetly was bad. Very, very bad. She didn’t sound like syrup unless she was really pissed off.
“Try to stay out of trouble.” “But I only get to visit when I’m in trouble.”
Right now her husband needed to fulfill one of his duties. The bastard.
“Your aunt Jaenelle and I used to share a bed with an eight-hundred-pound Arcerian cat. Compared to Kaelas, you don’t take up much room.”
“If they’re smart, they put a warming spell around their legs before their darlings scramble into bed and put those feet on them,”
Ah, Hell’s fire. Since a quick scan of the Hall didn’t reveal any broken walls or windows or holes in the roof, the children couldn’t have caused too much trouble. He hoped.
“I heard you choked the shit out of him.” “Nah.” Lucivar dismissed that with a wave of his hand. Then he considered. “Did choke the piss out of him.”
“I swear, Lucivar. I swear I will never tell anyone that you’re afraid of Scelties.”
“Hell’s fire, Lucivar! What were you thinking, flying through a storm like that? You could have been hit by lightning.” “Almost was. Twice.” “Idiot.” “You would have done the same.” “Of course I would have, but that doesn’t make you any less of an idiot.”
“I’m hurt, Khary,” she said quickly. “You can’t scold me when I’m hurt.” ٭Your paw is hurt, not your ears.٭
I’ve done my share of stupid things where he’s concerned, and he’s done his share with me. You live around someone long enough, it will happen. If you want to stay with him, you’ll work through it.”
“When he gets home, point a crossbow at him. It will make him feel loved.”
“If Daemonar picks up that ‘one spoonful is sufficient’ piss-ass excuse from you, you and I will have words.”
