let her take point on things of that nature—it was her right to
assert her opinions, after all.
"Kiarra, I will hear no arguments this time,"
Thorsten huffed. "This is the way it will be. Watch and wait, then take
them down when it becomes necessary and not before."
"And that could happen in a crowd of people, just like
Shaver Lake," she protested.
"Most of those are dead," Thorsten hissed. "I
trust Adam can place compulsion on the boy if it becomes necessary."
Right then, I knew my wife wanted to hit Thorsten. She didn't,
but only because Pheligar appeared and held her back from our superior. The
Larentii didn't harm her; he merely wrapped a blue arm about her body and
pulled her against him. I couldn't think of anyone who might escape a
determined Larentii, and that included Kiarra.
"Kiarra, he has spoken," Pheligar said. It wasn't
difficult to tell that Pheligar disagreed with Thorsten's decision, too—he
merely wanted to keep Kiarra safe and away from the minor god's wrath.
"There," Thorsten jerked his head at Kiarra and
Pheligar. "I have commanded this. You will not hunt them; you only have
permission to take them down if they attack. That's the end of it,"
Thorsten muttered and disappeared.
The room was quiet for several seconds after Thorsten left.
"We'll stay to fight spawn," Dragon offered, nodding
toward Lion. "We don't have assignments coming up for a few weeks."
"Then we'll let things play out, just as commanded,"
I growled. Pheligar released Kiarra, who looked very much like a ruffled and
offended hen at that point.
"Allow this to play out as it will, my ass," she
muttered as she stalked out of my den.
"Pregnancy will not improve her temper during this
volatile time," Pheligar observed dryly once she was gone. "I will be
more vigilant—it is my guess that this spawn epidemic will spread quickly if we
cannot actively hunt them, and she will be tempted to use her abilities past
the twelve-week mark."
"Does that mean we'll see more of you, then?" Lion
asked.
"Logically speaking, if I am present more often, then the
likelihood of your seeing me also increases."
"Save me—he's employing logic," Lion pretended to be
choking.
"I assume that was an attempt at humor. I assure you it
was wasted effort."
"He said let things play out as they will. That means we
can go if we hear or see evidence of spawn, right?" Dragon asked. "I swear
I will go at even the hint of spawn. The six in the local hospital? We wait and
watch. I have already visited the hospital to prevent the personnel from
drawing the blood of those spawn-infected teens—it was to save the lives of the
staff. You know the newly-made spawn will see such as an attack and kill as a
result. It is also my fear that Kiarra is correct—these may turn in front of a
crowd when the time is right and their hunger for human flesh takes over. I
have no idea why Thorsten has decided thusly. The results of this decision may
serve to panic a nation that has no idea what may be attacking it."
"We may have other worries, too," Lion pointed out. "While
I can't say for certain at the moment, those who sent the spawn may have formed
alliances with humans. Perhaps that is why Thorsten made this decision."
"We have another problem, too," I said.
"Yes." Pheligar agreed. "Justin's eighteenth
birthday is approaching."
"Three weeks," I said. "If things should happen
with him, they will likely happen then."
"Not the best of times to teach a fledgling," Dragon
nodded.
"Kiarra is keeping an eye on Mack, too," I said. "We
may have two fledglings."
"When will you tell your child of the impending birth of
his sibling?"
"We'll have to tell him soon, I suppose. We should keep
it under wraps until he and Mack are in a better place emotionally, I think."
"I agree with that decision," Pheligar said.
That surprised me—the Larentii acted as if he were a member of
our group instead of an aloof superior. I refused to blink or show my
confusion. Perhaps it was that he