“Hello!” I growled.“What’s got up your nose?” came my sister’s response. If she was looking for an apology, she didn’t get one.“Not a ...good time!” I snarled. “I’ve just had a text from Gary. She never applied for her bloody Divorce, and they’re getting together again. Would you believe that?““Hey, sweetie!” she attempted to soothe me. “Easy boy! Calm down. And no, I don’t believe it.”“Well, it’s the fucking truth. I can’t believe she’d do this – after that weekend with both sets of parents,. “Doesn’t make me right for certain jobs. To be honest, John is better at sneaking around than any of us,” she explained with a smile.“That’s true,” Simone chuckled.“But my Mage runs into problems with our Council if she puts me in charge of things,” I added.“Yes, despite the successes of your missions, there are some who cannot accept that a journeyman can lead,” Morgana nodded.“I think it’s my level of unprecedented success coupled with the fact that it reflects upon you, my Mage, that sets. ”Her shoulders slump and her lips take the shape of a pout. She tries a different tack. Lowers her head a little and looks up from beneath her eyelashes. The tip of her pink tongue peeks between her lips. Most men would fall for it. “No,” I repeat. Her nostrils flare and there’s a flash – an instant – of tense anger that stiffens her body. She hates that I know these tricks.“When you’ve earned it,” I say quietly. I point to the doorway. “Go finish what you started.”She mutters something under. " Well she sure seems to be growing up by leaps and bounds now. Like ... the way she's starting to dress, the way she talks. She's even planning to color her hair, I heard her say." Those are all things girls her age are doing. She'll be thirteen soon, Honey. A real teenager! She's gonna be in seventh grade. You have to accept it." Do I have to accept the the navel ring she wants?" You've been to the mall with her, Honey. How many girls her age have you seen with bare midriffs and belly button.