“What are those?” Melinda asked curiously, watching her son as Caleb picked up his twin daggers, a smirk on his lips. “Gifts from the true Queens to those who fight at their backs,” Geraldine said dismissively. “At their backs?” Tiberius growled, taking Max’s metal bow from him, and inspecting it. “Beside them,” Caleb corrected, but it did little to wipe the looks of suspicion from their parents’ faces. “It seems like we’ve missed a lot during these months,” Melinda murmured slowly.
