At least her mood, which implied she would gladly have traded places with Sophia, was preferable to Mother’s rather grim warnings.When she went into...the next room and to bed, Marie arranged the nightgown around her artistically. There was a lighted candelabrum on the night stand, and every corner of the room could be seen. She covered Sophia with a sheet and knocked on the door directly across from the one by which they had come in. Then she scurried out the third door, giving Sophia a saucy. But I didn't know for certain and for the moment it was unimportant in any event.At some point her desire for sex with her daughter had weighed upon my mom's conscience. That much at least was clear to me. She wanted to be punished for it and of course even that illusion of repentance was spoiled because Mom wanted me to do the punishing. She wanted me to do the forgiving as well; I could see that in her eyes and hear it in her voice as she spoke.But how could I ever forgive my mother when I. "But my wound is not that bad," he said."And how do you know more about it than the healing women? If you continue to defy them, I will have your pallet put on a wooden frame and have you tied to it. Do not keep acting as if you were a naughty child," I said, and left before he made me slap him.The whole little scene just reinforced my decision not to be a Zakat, or not for long anyway. It also made me wish for plaster of Paris. With just a little of it we could have put his whole leg in a. .. a present perhaps?" Yes. I did," Argent turned and went back towards the alcove. pressing a spot on the wall, a hidden panel popped open and out fell Derek, Maggie, and Claw onto the floor. There they lay unmoving while Sevarius gloated."My... you've done your daddy proud!" Sevarius laughed, and patted Argent on the back. "Now be a good boy and place them in the containment unit in the corner."Argent walked over, slung Maggie over his shoulder and hoisted Claw up by his belt. He began.