How can I easily describe the perfection that was Sydlynn? Demon power ideally matched to her witchcraft, all six elements equally balanced inside her, the latest Hayle daughter took my breath away. I fell harder for her than any other, thanks to our shared heritage, and every night as I curled up in Syd's crib, my power forming a barrier around her to protect her from all comers, I begged Thaddea to forgive me for loving someone more than her.
"I'd like to hold my daughter now," Miriam giggled as I grudgingly let my wards fall so she could nurse the baby. But I hovered, vibrating with anxious energy, close at hand in case either of them needed me.
Ethpeal finally shooed me off, as gently as she could, but with a firm dose of power to boost her order. "Mother and daughter need some time too, cat," she said with laughter in her voice.