Page 88 of Anton's Grace


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She had gray skin and large light yellow eyes. Chevron-shaped ridges ran up her forehead, and cheetah-like spots covered her shoulders.

“Her real name is Zharina,” Gavin said, looking at me with amber eyes identical to mine. “She lives very far away. And I’m going to marry her.”

“Marry her?” Anton asked, amused. “You’re not even five yet. That’s a little young to get married, don’t you think?”

“I’m not going to marry her now, silly Papa,” Gavin said, with the most adorable frown and pout. “Zhara is still a baby anyway; she just turned three. She says I will become a great warrior like Grappa, and we will meet for real during a rescue mission. And then we’ll get married.”

“How do you meet her now?” I asked.

“In my dreams.”

He said it so matter-of-fact I had to repress the urge to smile. Gavin had an incredibly creative mind. I would have to read up on how to handle my child’s imaginary friend.

“Gaveeee!” Naya’s little voice shouted. “Come play, Gavee!”

“Ok,” Gavin shouted back, before hopping off the bench.

Anton pulled me closer to him. I rested my back against his broad chest and he wrapped his arm around me.

“That daughter of yours is so entitled,” I said.

I felt his rumbling laughter against my back. “She certainly is.” Anton’s voice was filled with pride.

“We need to give her a little sister soon to keep her in check.”

“Baby-making?” Anton asked, his voice deepening. “Sign me up. When and where?”

“The brat-pack in good hands,” I said seductively. “Now seems like a good time.”

“Lead the way Mrs. Aldriss.”

THE END

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