"At least, we hope. We need a safe place for her to hole up until the demon spawn are born."
So
help me, I wished I had a fly swatter. I knew Maurice liked Cerb, so he
wouldn't say something like that unless he was either in a viciously snarky
mood, or he was joking. Still, I wanted to hit him hard enough to send him all
the way to home plate at Progressive Field. Considering how far away we were
from Downtown, that would take a lot of muscle power, aided by my telekinetic
talent. I was sure I could manage it. How dare he say something like that about
babies who hadn't been born yet?
Unless
he wasn't joking?
"Umm, Maurice … what will the babies look like when they're born? Do they take after the physical bodies of their parents, or are they …" I couldn't finish the question. I looked into Loralee's big amethyst eyes and I couldn't find the words.
Yeah, ever heard of a normal, ordinary dog with amethyst eyes? Proof she was otherworldly.
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