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A woman? Easy knew then that he must have come for Milan, and whatever had happened to Baby, it had happened because of this. Her hatred for the man, however, eclipsed any other feelings on the matter — for the moment.

"She is mine!" she bellowed in return, the words spoken like an incantation, "and your body will feed her, too!"

She took a step toward him, incensed by the distance between them. He was still running, but he could not run forever, could he? If she followed —

But, though Milan had nourished the babes with her spirit, she still produced no milk. Easy was tethered to them in that way, and in the knowledge that, should this man evade her and circle back, Searchlight and Milan could not protect the family as well as she could.

She shrieked, her ire wordless but ripped from somewhere deep in her body, long and horrible and grating. She cut herself off before her anger was spent, turning her back on the male to return to her family.

The walk back did not cool her temper — but it did give her time to think about the circumstances surrounding the man's appearance.

"Is he alive?" she called as she drew near, her voice rasping after the abuse her throat had taken.