55. Trickery.

       I immediately drag Seraphine and Axar to to center rooms of the house, bottom floor. In my mind, this is safest. Easier to exit should she need to, and away from prying eyes that might draw near windows. Ezekiel gathers the staff into the basement. He uses the salts and rituals from the book of Barima's that Seraphine wouldn't relent about. I can't help but feel proud though, even in such dire a situation. If she is this protective of staff she hardly knows, she will be formidable over our child.

          We wait anxiously for Nomias's return. I do what I can for Sera in the meantime. I try to keep her comfortable and calm. The task is difficult, considering that I'm neither myself. She spooks at every sound, Axar's hand clutched in hers. Axar is devoid of his typical childish behavior, his sits straight and alert on Sera's other side. That feral, protective boy I fir