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there was something appealing about not entirely understanding the prophecy. That appealing thing was hope, of course, but feelings were to Damien as object permanence was to an infant—confusing, slightly frightening, and likely to inspire tantrums.
Damien dropped his elbows onto Amma’s thighs and raked fingers through his hair. “It is as if some sadistic god refuses to allow this until an unknown objective is met,” he grumbled. “What in all the planes must I do to—”
He sighed, hands on his hips. “When am I going to accept I have no idea what you’re capable of?” Amma blew out a long breath, tongue lolling out. “Whoo, Damien, I don’t know if I could have taken it if it’d been much bigger.” He cleared his throat, tucking the memory of her words away for the off chance he did survive all of this and found himself alone. “Yes, well, look at you, still conscious and everything.”
“Just in time. Right now, kitten, I need you to join me for a meal while I regale you with a bit more exposition.”
“I want Bloodthorne dead by my hand, and I mean actually dead, not just dead inside because his girlfriend is killing his will to live. But before any of that, I want him—and consequently you—to get my mother out of her prison in Eirengaard. You remember that? The supposed A-plot, as it were? The whole reason, presumably, the two of you ended up stuck together to begin with?”
But Xander had told her that scheming was twice as important as striking, and he’d managed to stay alive this long despite being very murderable.
Kaz’s massive eyes widened. “You said you would take care of him, and you lost Master twice?” “I know!” she hissed back, his words weighing heavily in her chest. “I’m not happy about it either, but at least I have experience saving him now, okay? Also, I’ve been doing my best, but Damien has proven himself quite abductable lately. Like, maybe a little too abductable considering how close together these two abductions happened. In fact, if someone were telling me about this, I would probably think the pacing was a little off.” She ran hands through her curls and cleared her throat.
