“When she yawns, she’s showing us that she’s tired. I didn’t want what Thomas was saying to be true. You look at her, and I can see the calculations running. “And you’re looking at Molly like she’s food.” “So I recognize it in others when I see it.” Then he said, quietly, “I want to suggest something to you. Thomas hadn’t reacted in any way, to my snarl, my anger, or my apology. “Sorry,” I said a moment later, and opened my eyes. That was the mantle of Winter talking through me. Molly was mine, and I would be damned if some chisel-jawed White Court pretty boy was going to. Some part of me was furious at Thomas for questioning my decision regarding my apprentice. The anger surprised me, but it bubbled and seethed still. I hadn’t meant for the words to come out that cold, that hard. “Molly’s not too shabby herself,” Thomas said. He’s used to glamour, he can defend against it, and he’s smart.” “She’s come a long way-but Fix is exactly the wrong kind of threat for her to mess with. “I think she won’t give him much choice,” I said. “I noticed,” my brother drawled, “that you didn’t leave her a way to contact you.” Thunder rumbled over the lake, but no rain fell. Then I closed it again and came back inside. I opened it and glanced out, as though scanning suspiciously for anyone’s approach. I stood up and crossed the room to the door. “You’re going to just send her out there alone?” Then I slid it to Thomas, who tucked the napkin away in a pocket. I glanced at it, read it, and memorized it.
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