Ankyra Sound promise overkill

"yes," erzulie muttered, annoyed with him. "we are, whet'er or not it is liked. you are de fat'er to our children. dat cannot be taken back." falling silent as firefly spoke, the jezebel glanced to the sea, jaw tensing with how unnecessary it had all been. had she known he would gave slid wet from her flanks and ran off immediately to challenge caiaphas, she would have thought better of it.
but there was nothing to change now. the children moved violently, perhaps in response to her heartbeat, and erzulie shifted onto one hip, arching the mound of her belly higher into the air. "dey are moving," came her quiet mumur, two-toned eyes lingering on firefly. "feel dem." if she could not halt the trail down which rusalka moved now, she would try to mend what she was able, starting with the relationships between the three of them.