“Safer than in his mother’s arms.”
“Would you be nice to me?”
“Oh, baby boy,” she laughed huskily. “I would be so nice to you. No one has ever been so nice as I could be. There is a whole world out there that you do not know yet. The power that you could find to use, the forces we could search out together! August, you would be invincible.”
“I would?”
“We would,” Morana said. “You, and me, and Doren.”
“Me?” August mumbled, locking his sight on Morana, softening his expression and pleading silently for Morana to come closer, just come closer.
“Yes,” she replied, voice trembling.
August leaned toward the glass. “And you?”
“Yes!” Morana all but breathed against the glass she was so close. “You and me.”
August lifted his hands, spreading them, palms flat against the cold. “Show me, Morana,” he murmured. “Show me how it could be.”
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Anton