The Scar Beneath The Veil
Instead, the baker’s wife came out to offer her a specific ginger biscuit for nausea, and the local florist handed her a sprig of lavender "for the little ones' sleep."
"They like you, Mamma," Lorenzo noted as they walked back to the car, Aegis carrying a small basket of bread in his mouth.
"They don't like me, Lorenzo," Amara said, looking at the village. "They see me. And they know we see them. That is the strongest alliance we will ever have."
That night, the family gathered in the South Wing. The rain was drumming a soft rhythm against the glass, and the fireplace was crackling with the scent of pine.
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