"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
He's barely half way through the sentence before the door is being yanked open, "Edmund." She tugs him inside with an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug, unable to keep herself from squeezing him in close to a death grip. Maeve drops her head against his shoulder for a moment, making herself breathe, willing her stomach to unknot itself. "I was worried something had happened."
The Nightshade breathes, hating the slight tremble in her voice. It was all she could do to keep from crying. After what happened to him before, Maeve couldn't get past the fear that gripped her every time he left the safety of her home. She releases him, holding him at arms length and looking him over, a slight craze in her eyes as she takes him in from top to bottom. It didn't matter that he had nearly seven inches on her. He was still her baby.
Only once she's sure he isn't hurt, not a single scratch on him, does she finally relax. Her shoulders drop, a tension leaving her as she takes one more steadying breath. "How are you? Would you like some tea? Dinner?" Maeve asks, ushering him towards the table and urging him to sit down.
The Nightshade breathes, hating the slight tremble in her voice. It was all she could do to keep from crying. After what happened to him before, Maeve couldn't get past the fear that gripped her every time he left the safety of her home. She releases him, holding him at arms length and looking him over, a slight craze in her eyes as she takes him in from top to bottom. It didn't matter that he had nearly seven inches on her. He was still her baby.
Only once she's sure he isn't hurt, not a single scratch on him, does she finally relax. Her shoulders drop, a tension leaving her as she takes one more steadying breath. "How are you? Would you like some tea? Dinner?" Maeve asks, ushering him towards the table and urging him to sit down.
Maeve
