Chapter 27: Aetos the Sorcerer
Abigail's POV
I texted Elle until the midnight sky started lightening to soft gray with the promise of morning. I knew I couldn't call her because she'd be furious at Momma. She'd be so loud on the phone that she probably would have wakened Momma from her drunken nap on the couch. Her quick and short texts let me know she was furious, and they were paired with a lot of nasty names directed at Momma.
“Stay away from her as much as you can, Abby,” She gave me advice I already knew.
My eyes were getting heavy by the end of the conversation, and I texted by muscle memory instead of sight.
"I don't know what to do about the cats either," I told her. "I want them safe."
"And I want you safe," she replied. "Go to sleep and take care of yourself. I'll come up with an idea."