Silver Creek epiphany

Grayson is much more amenable company than Harrison, and she turns to him with a smile, leaning into his touch before pulling back again. Very well, brother, she responds softly, dipping her head. I am glad to be back among family and to be useful once more. She noses the moss into a misshapen ball, then lifts her head again, licking her chops.

And you? Addison asks gently. How do you fare? When will I become an aunt? But she must not push it. Spring is still waiting in the wings; there is time enough yet for procreation. Still, the Odolf witch has never been a patient creature.