"Well, you should have thought of that before the ifrit left," she snapped, tired of hearing her cries. "Call Ricky. See how he's doing. Maybe he's sane enough to help." She sat down, rocking the baby in her arms. "She's knows we're not her parents," she muttered. "She'd probably call down if he held her."
Fade closed his eyes, trying not to go over to Ricky's house. He didn't want to talk to him, but he felt the urge to go over. If the child was his, why wasn't he taking care of it? He shook his head, walking away from the house. That wasn't his problem. He needed to forget about these people.
Jace relaxed against him, feeling his calm affect Jace. "Thank you," he whispered, wrapping his arms around him. He needed this.



























