Shady

Ky spotted Petrir curled up on a nearby chair almost immediately, but hesitated, trying to decide whether she should point him out or whether to let them find him themselves. ...

“The librarians here are pretty nice.” Ky pushed the door open. “ If you’re quiet. Or they scold you.”

Ky listened to the chatter behind her with a smile. She stopped with her hand on the doorknob and turned back to them. “Remember we have to be really really ...

It made Ky anxious to have people in her bedroom. She wasn’t sure why. But she’d gotten oddly territorial of her bedroom ever since she had one that was truly ...

(It looks nice!!) “Hmm… where do you think he may be?”

(Night!) (P.S. new avvie?) Ky glanced at him, then decided Marcella posed and easier question to answer. “We all need to stay together. We’ll find him faster if we all ...

Ky smiled a little at the team work, then looked down at the boy again, trying to think of what was age appropriate to tell him. She felt stupid now ...

“Marcella! Wait, please!” Ky called after her, then looked down at Mattathias. “What is?”

“It was my Papa’s name,” she agreed, starting after him. She looked up the hall at the nearly disappearing duo and called after them. “Hey! Guys! Let’s all stay together ...

Ky stepped into the hall and closed the door behind them. “He likes hiding in little nooks. Under chairs. Behind cabinets. That sort of thing. But he answers pretty well ...

“Alright, now, he’s an iron kitten.” Ky opened the door for them and then held up her hand to estimate size. “He’s about this big. So you all gotta help ...

Ky smiled and nodded, then stepped toward the door, beckoning to the kids. “C’mon!”

Ky grinned at them, but hesitated again. They were still the wrong people to be answering her question. She looked between the Ashes, trying to read their body language — ...

She didn’t like that at all. She wrinkled her nose slightly. Making decisions carried with it the — perhaps large — possibility for making the wrong choice. It was so ...

Ky hesitated, now wondering if she was being the bad guy here. She’d offered it as consolation for not watching the baking — would this ruin the incentive, if she ...