And seriously? Why would a vampyre of Gabriel’s caliber want a kid like Noah with his narrow chest and skinny chicken legs? Especially if he wasn’t even a black swan?
“Good boy. I always knew you had a sensible head on your shoulders. Now, get some sleep. In the morning I’ll send you to Aunt Marjorie. You’ll be safe enough there until this is over.”
Thisbeing the time Gabriel spent mourning his lost black swans. Jennie Hadley, whose mama had been a Littlebury, had been killed during the Battle of the Somme during the First World War, and Sam Granger had died on Heartbreak Ridge during the Korean War.
“Yes, Pop.” Noah didn’t mind visiting his aunt in Charleston, but he really would have liked to see more of Gabriel.
* * * *
Four times a year for the next two years, Noah’s father sent him to visit relatives. Not just Aunt Marjorie in Charleston, but Uncle Wes up in New York and Uncle Clay out in Phoenix. The family really had gotten scattered.