Melpomene’s mouth twisted in a pained smile. “You know not a one of my family has asked me that question?” she said. The heaters were starting to defrost her a little, and the shudders assaulting her were making her teeth chatter. “They don’t see what a difference he is going to make on the world. Like the kings of old. Like the gods of old. Yes, I know his name.”
“Cool...” Kaden wasn’t sure how to react to that, either. She was a little intense, really. Or a lot. She wasn’t come-back-from-the-dead-in-a-witchy-storm intense, but… Kings and gods and stuff?
Still, Kaden could not forget how she’d listened to his problems like she genuinely cared - actually she’d listened to more of his problems than he’d ever told anyone. It was only fair that Kaden try and do the same. “Tragos said I was supposeda take you home but - d’you wanna go to Starbucks or McDonalds or something?” he asked, thinking about hot drinks and hot food and something he could afford, someplace that would be warm.
“Not Starbucks,” Melpomene said. She couldn’t. If he took her to the Starbucks she’d spent her first night with Alan, she would rip the place apart.
But ordinary, everyday, same-the-country over McDonalds, with Tragos’ little brother, the one he’d said everything I do - I do for that kid about?
She nodded her acquiescence to his offer of McDonalds. Yes, she would eat with him, and talk with him, and work on exploring the connection with him. Who needed sisters anyway, right? Maybe not everything tonight was about destruction.