Chapter One-Thirty-Two: Fuller

"Hush hush, Milos."

I whisper to the fussy bundle of warmth in my arms; he had begun fussing from the second I sprayed my perfume on; either he is allergic, or he understands that I am leaving the house.

“Any sign of him settling?”

Violet asks as she nears me with a bottle of milk warmed to room temperature.

“No, not even a little. Should I stay?”

Milos, as if understanding my question to Violet, opens his little hands as if trying to reach me and coos.

A warmth melts in my chest before he offers a toothless grin at my ‘aww’.

“See, he wants me to stay.”

“How many of Marko’s events have you missed? Didn’t the league tell you how many of his men they caught trying to snoop around you? At this rate, he might find out about-”

“I know, I know-”

I respond with a quick eye roll.

“Come on, gimmie Milos, before you change your mind.”

Her arms reach for him, but I instinctively cradle him closer to my chest.

The sound of the bell interrupts us.

“That has to be Beatrice with George and Owen for