Chapter 84

Syn saw Anya suppress a giggle. ::Efficient,::Anya shot to her friend, ::…wish I thought of it first.::

Syn shook her head, “It might make it worse. I don’t want to bring this type of notoriety on a child.”

“Don’t worry; they grow these Sarran strong, compassionate, and best of all, willing to do anything for their fem.”

Miraculously, her headache began to recede.

Nafer returned and took his place beside Syn. Madeline Dixon-Howard, being largely ignored, shouted at whoever would listen about undisciplined children sired by obvious lowlifes. Nafer resumed his mental connection with Syn without missing a beat. She felt the mental clickin her head.

::Naffie…::

::Yes, Mommie,::he answered a bit shyly.

::You shouldn’t do that to Maddy.::Syn tried to be stern but didn’t know if that projected in mind speech.

::But, Mommie, she’s evil.::The childish face set into a sulk. ::Her aura is black and spitting. Foul.::

Syn managed to hold her head up with one hand.