"For this reason, I offer you hospitality, Althika." Lith continued. "You'd be my honored guest at the Mansion until the baby is born. After that, we'll have to find you a different arrangement.
"You have my word that whatever you decide, you'll have my full support and I won't let anyone interfere with your plans."
"You and me both, Hatchling." Leegaain snorted, releasing thick puffs of black smoke from his nose. "I won't let a bunch of arrogant Fae and plant folk abuse the little miracle that Erkin is.
"If they snuff out his flame, I'll snuff out theirs. I will not rest until everyone involved is reduced to a pile of ashes attached to just enough flesh to beg for a mercy they won't receive!"
"Order and Chaos, you're so sexy when you act all romantic." Salaark said, blushing like a maiden.
How Leegaain's oath to bring searing death and agony to the Redleaf clan could be considered sweet talk was a mystery that no one wanted to solve.
