Chapter 43: Mother's Instinct
It’s a small cut but it bleeds freely. Ten pairs of golden eyes face me in the misty cold freezer. Hitting the icy air, the stream from my wound slows quickly, the perfect consistency for everyone present to have a single drop. I won’t have anyone dissolving into sunshine this morning.
Amun stands behind me, his fingers digging into my shoulder with anxious tension. He had already voiced his opposition to this plan. It was too intimate. I’d be sharing too much of myself with all his long-term allies. He’d rather I sleep with them.
I reminded Amun of our conversation in front of the barn. Though he may be bound to me, I am bound to no one. According to him. His face, tense and stern, gave a quick nod of acceptance before he motioned for me to tell the others about my hidden wild card.