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with any luck you’ll be back where you belong soon. Know that your father and I love you very much. We love all our boys. Now, get it together and make us proud.”
“But, Mom, you didn’t…”
From one second to the next, the air around him went from full of love and life and his mother, to utter nothingness. Margarite was gone and Andrew was once again left with his thoughts. A position he was beginning to detest. He thought about the time in the cave at the lair when he’d hallucinated his mother’s presence. She’d been much more direct, almost uncaring in his delusion, and he’d wondered a few times how much truth there was in his vision. Happily, there was none, and she was the wonderful mother he’d known for all those years and would love forever.
He thought about what Margarite had said, worried that Emma was going to need him and he would be stuck in the Land of the Lost, unable to get to her. Cursed himself for most of the decisions he’d made and had to laugh at the fact that his mother thought Aidan and Aaron, or any of the Guardsmen for that matter, would ever forgive him, let alone ever trust him again. Of course, it was ultimately their fault that things had transpired as they had, but he was beginning to see where he’d played a part in the mess he was trying to escape.
It was absolutely maddening that he could do nothing to aid in his escape from the Fades. His mother had been very specific. There was nothing he could…or was there? A thought crossed his mind that had him once again believing there may truly be a chance. All he had to do was somehow reach the little sweetheart, Sydney. They’d met under harrowing circumstances but she’d never feared him, and told him how one day things would be okay.
Just another of my less than stellar decisions.
Banishing his negative thoughts, he focused on Sydney. He knew she was so much more than ‘just a little girl’. Had known it the first time he’d spoken to her. He also knew she’d been poking around the expanse of nothingness where he presently resided. They had not been able to make contact, but they each were aware of the other, and now that he was a little better with the inner workings of the Fades, he was ready to try again. All he had to do was focus on her extremely unique energy signal, and with the help of his dragon, who he was thankfully on speaking terms with once again, he should be able to get a message to her.
Thinking of her bright blue eyes and open smile framed by the curliest, blondest hair he’d ever seen made her more real in his mind. He then thought of her tiny voice and the caring way she’d grabbed his hand, squeezing for reassurance when in all actuality he was the villain…the traitor.
“Don’t say that about yourself, Andrew. You’re getting better now. I can feel it. ” Her childlike voice filled the space around him.
“That you, Sydney?”
“Sure is. I’m at the clinic with all the grownups and Jay. Emma’s yelling at Aaron. They’re fighting ‘bout you. Siobhan’s looking at some yucky old book with Kyra and it looks like they are gonna work a spell. Aidan is pacing because Grace won’t sit down and her babies are almost ready to come out. Everyone else is just kinda standing around. What you doing?”
He smiled at her play-by-play, but was worried about Emma yelling at Aaron. That sanctimonious prick better not yell back at her, or Andrew would have to kick his ass. No one yelled at Emma…absolutely no one.
Possessive much? Chill. You don’t even know for sure if she wants you. She may have just felt bad for the dead guy.
“I need you to do me a favor. Can you see if the book Siobhan is reading is the one I brought with me to the lair…please?” The word almost got stuck in his throat and he cringed at what a Neanderthal he’d become. There had been a time not so long ago that whatever he commanded was done without question or reservation, or the offending party ceased to exist,
“But, Mom, you didn’t…”
From one second to the next, the air around him went from full of love and life and his mother, to utter nothingness. Margarite was gone and Andrew was once again left with his thoughts. A position he was beginning to detest. He thought about the time in the cave at the lair when he’d hallucinated his mother’s presence. She’d been much more direct, almost uncaring in his delusion, and he’d wondered a few times how much truth there was in his vision. Happily, there was none, and she was the wonderful mother he’d known for all those years and would love forever.
He thought about what Margarite had said, worried that Emma was going to need him and he would be stuck in the Land of the Lost, unable to get to her. Cursed himself for most of the decisions he’d made and had to laugh at the fact that his mother thought Aidan and Aaron, or any of the Guardsmen for that matter, would ever forgive him, let alone ever trust him again. Of course, it was ultimately their fault that things had transpired as they had, but he was beginning to see where he’d played a part in the mess he was trying to escape.
It was absolutely maddening that he could do nothing to aid in his escape from the Fades. His mother had been very specific. There was nothing he could…or was there? A thought crossed his mind that had him once again believing there may truly be a chance. All he had to do was somehow reach the little sweetheart, Sydney. They’d met under harrowing circumstances but she’d never feared him, and told him how one day things would be okay.
Just another of my less than stellar decisions.
Banishing his negative thoughts, he focused on Sydney. He knew she was so much more than ‘just a little girl’. Had known it the first time he’d spoken to her. He also knew she’d been poking around the expanse of nothingness where he presently resided. They had not been able to make contact, but they each were aware of the other, and now that he was a little better with the inner workings of the Fades, he was ready to try again. All he had to do was focus on her extremely unique energy signal, and with the help of his dragon, who he was thankfully on speaking terms with once again, he should be able to get a message to her.
Thinking of her bright blue eyes and open smile framed by the curliest, blondest hair he’d ever seen made her more real in his mind. He then thought of her tiny voice and the caring way she’d grabbed his hand, squeezing for reassurance when in all actuality he was the villain…the traitor.
“Don’t say that about yourself, Andrew. You’re getting better now. I can feel it. ” Her childlike voice filled the space around him.
“That you, Sydney?”
“Sure is. I’m at the clinic with all the grownups and Jay. Emma’s yelling at Aaron. They’re fighting ‘bout you. Siobhan’s looking at some yucky old book with Kyra and it looks like they are gonna work a spell. Aidan is pacing because Grace won’t sit down and her babies are almost ready to come out. Everyone else is just kinda standing around. What you doing?”
He smiled at her play-by-play, but was worried about Emma yelling at Aaron. That sanctimonious prick better not yell back at her, or Andrew would have to kick his ass. No one yelled at Emma…absolutely no one.
Possessive much? Chill. You don’t even know for sure if she wants you. She may have just felt bad for the dead guy.
“I need you to do me a favor. Can you see if the book Siobhan is reading is the one I brought with me to the lair…please?” The word almost got stuck in his throat and he cringed at what a Neanderthal he’d become. There had been a time not so long ago that whatever he commanded was done without question or reservation, or the offending party ceased to exist,
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