Redhawk Caldera a blemish on your fragile little psyche

And there's been bad blood ever since, Maegi continued, hapless to flesh out the rest of the story. What more was there to— Oh. Mou. . .he did some not some good things, too. And so he was banished. And he. . .and I. . .

She sighed, dipping her head with exasperation, shaking it. Vesper. Blueberry. Look. It's complicated. I wish it wasn't. Mou and I tried our best to raise you. . .in peace. Happiness, love. That's all we wanted. But there's more to it.

She sank down, trying to gather her daughters to her breast. Blueberry resisted at first, but then was pulled closer; heaven knew how Vesper would react. C'mere, sweethearts, Maegi whispered, and tears brimmed in her eyes.

I wish things were different. I wish we could just be a family, on the island. But Phox is your father, Vesper. . .and Peregrine's, and Prevost's. Your mother was a wonderful woman, and she died, and we vowed to take care of you And I have never considered you less than my own children.

Her indigo eyes bore down upon anyone willing to meet them, hard and hot. I swear, she breathed.