“That reminds me.” I looked to Geraldine in excitement. “Me and Tory made you a weapon.” “Gracious!” she gasped. “What unworldly thing could I have possibly done to deserve such a gift?” “You’re you, Geraldine,” I said with an earnest look. “That’s enough.” “Never change,” Tory added with a smile, grabbing her hand, and towing her out of the room after the Heirs.
