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Ophelia, who
continued moving throughout the first floor, sighing and repeating,
“Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.”
    Although the exterior
hadn’t so much as a scratch, the interior proved to be a bit of
a different story. Shards of glass and various broken items littered
the floors of every room—vases, lanterns, pictures, books, and
antique knickknacks that had fallen from their places on shelves and
the walls. A few pieces of smaller and lighter furniture lay on their
sides. When Mom and I had lived in California many years ago, we’d
survived a bad earthquake. The impact of the bombs right outside had
caused similar damage inside the mansion.
    “What a mess,”
Ophelia said as she traveled through the dining room where we all
stood, waving her hand and putting things back right. “Easy
enough to fix, though.”
    Blossom, Charlotte, and
Owen helped her make the repairs while Tristan and I followed Dorian
upstairs to his room. He was about to slam the door when Tristan
caught it.
    “Next time I say
to do something, don’t ignore me and don’t argue with
me,” I said to Dorian as Tristan and I stood in his doorway.
I’d waited to discipline him until we were in private, but he
still scowled at us.
    “I don’t
like you in my head like that,” he answered, his tone not too
kind as he watched his toe scuffing at the stone floor.
    “Well, too bad.
It works, and it’s a lot faster than a cell phone.”
    “It’s
weird.”
    “Everything’s
weird about our life, but that’s what it is— our life. Deal with it.”
    He looked up at me
through his lashes and sneered. “Why are you on my case?”
    “Because you need
to listen to your mother when she calls you,” Tristan said.
    “You could have
been killed,” I added.
    He rolled his eyes. “I
came, didn’t I?”
    “Watch your tone,
young man,” Tristan warned.
    “Don’t talk
to me like that,” I said at the same time. “And don’t
roll your eyes at us!”
    Gosh, we sounded like
typical parents for once. A little taste of normalcy was always nice,
except not when reprimanding our snotty teenager who wasn’t
really a teenager. Dorian lifted his head to look at each of us, and
then let out a grunt and started to turn away.
    Tristan took a step
inside the room, right up to Dorian, crossed his arms over his chest,
and glared down at our son. Dorian’s eyes grew wide, and then
he finally showed some kind of respect … and maybe fear, too,
as he backed down, dropping his shoulders and his challenging glare.
    “Sorry,” he
muttered as he stared at the floor.
    Tristan clamped a hand
on Dorian’s shoulder. “Listen to your mother.”
    “Yes, sir. I
promise.”
    We stood there in
silence for another moment before Tristan and I left him for our own
suite. We hadn’t quite reached it at the end of the hall when
Dorian’s door slammed shut. I let out a sigh. Whether he stayed
with us or went to the Daemoni, I was losing my baby.
    “Good call on
pulling the shield off the mansion,” Tristan said as we picked
up the few things that had fallen in our suite.
    “If I’d
known it would have survived like this, I would have done it much
sooner.” I stood on my toes, reaching above my head to rehang
the curtain over the door to the balcony. “In fact, we
shouldn’t even waste the mages’ energy in keeping it
shielded now. What if the Daemoni attack again?”
    “Exactly.”
Tristan came up behind me, easily set the curtain rod in its place,
and then slid his arms around my waist. “Nobody will allow you
to be unshielded.”
    “Or you. You’re
just as important as me,” I reminded him.
    “Not quite.”
    “You’re my
second.”
    “But I’m
replaceable. You are not.”
    I turned in his arms
and glared up at him as I lifted my hand to his ear and squeezed it.
“Don’t you ever say that again! You most certainly are not replaceable.”
    His eyes tightened as
he suppressed a full-out wince. “Maybe not to you, but to the
rest of the Amadis, I