Indigo gave Deirdre a cynical look; she was trying to get her to empathise with this dickhead? "It's not going to make any difference," Indigo glared at Danny. "You're not going to be able to see her anyway."
At the other end of the driveway, the front door slammed and Imogene, wrapped in a white silken robe, strode toward them. "Indigo!" she snapped. "Get away from the gate!" She'd sensed the demons from inside the house.
Indigo's face darkened even more, and she opened her fists before clenching them into tight, shaking balls. Imogene went to wrap an arm around her daughter to calm her down but Indigo jerked violently away. She didn't need calming or comfort from her mother, not now and definitely not in front of these people.
Imogene looked Deirdre up and down before her attention turned to the other and her frown deepened. "Razvan," she said, confirming Indigo's fear that they were, in fact, family. "What on earth are you doing here?"
no subject
At the other end of the driveway, the front door slammed and Imogene, wrapped in a white silken robe, strode toward them. "Indigo!" she snapped. "Get away from the gate!" She'd sensed the demons from inside the house.
Indigo's face darkened even more, and she opened her fists before clenching them into tight, shaking balls. Imogene went to wrap an arm around her daughter to calm her down but Indigo jerked violently away. She didn't need calming or comfort from her mother, not now and definitely not in front of these people.
Imogene looked Deirdre up and down before her attention turned to the other and her frown deepened. "Razvan," she said, confirming Indigo's fear that they were, in fact, family. "What on earth are you doing here?"