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“Well, bring it in and I’ll store it away somewhere. I brought stew and soup home from work so there is plenty to eat.” She closes the door behind us, and we follow her into the kitchen where the food smells are strong and make my mouth water.
Lita is dressed again and looking more awake and alert than she did when she had just been carried to us from where she killed Orion. From what she told us, she severed his head and set him on fire.
I hiss a reminder at Fox to check with Scar’s mother if we did enough tonight to ensure the permanent deaths of these irritating phoenix chimera.
He nods. “Right. While we were out there a passerby told us phoenix chimera can’t come back if you use at least two of the methods that are supposed to kill regular chimera. Can we verify that somehow?”
Scar’s mother nods. “It’s true, as far as I know. I read it in one of my books.”
“We will find out soon enough for sure,” Scar says, giving us a wry smile.
He is clearly not worried, and that is good enough for me.
I hiss in relief. I do not wish to perpetually have to kill chimera until I am old and grey.
Fox laughs at me. “You can’t go grey.”
I hiss at him, asking why. It is a phrase Scar used often when we were young.
“It is the color hair goes on humans when they get old,” Scratch explains. “Scar thought it was funny to say it because he and I are already a shade of that color.”
I suppose it would be weird if my scales changed color.
“My hair is black,” Scar says.
“It is dark grey,” Scratch tells him.
“It is black.”
“It is very dark grey.”
“Look what you’ve done,” Fox tells me, shaking his head.
I laugh a little. Everything is different here, but it is also the same.
I know we are going to be happy in this place.
We have each other, and we have our new mate.
There is nothing more that we need.
Chapter Fifty-Six
Scar
Mymotherputsalot of food on the table, and all of it gets eaten. I attempt to give mine to Lita again, and she refuses this time, insisting that she is full, and more importantly that I need to eat.
She looks at me with concern in her gaze until I take the bowl and start to eat.
The food is miles away from what I’m used to.
I think I was afraid to taste my mother’s cooking again, to know it was something I missed out on for a couple of decades.God of Wolves.That’s how long it’s been since I’ve had salt in a meal. This stew is the finest thing I have had in my mouth in quite a long time, with one exception, but my mate’s juices are not polite dinner table talk.
I finish quite quickly, and Lita ensures there is a bowl of soup waiting for me next.
My mate is very good at taking care of me. She is very good at taking care of all of us.
I must make sure we are doing a good job in return.
