"Yes, Sam. You are so right, which is why I gave up every opportunity to be here when I died for your father. Did you forget that?" She watched as he went to lift their son, waving down the guard who would have stopped him if it had become necessary. As he walked toward the way home once more, she added quietly, "Watching everyone I've loved die is always a good time so being the last one standing will, of course, be... fun."
Her tone had become quiet as she realized that, not only had he not waited, he had split their family. He'd taken his son but left their daughter. Men, she mused as he reached the door. She turned back toward the water, staring absently at the crocus in the distance. Always concerned about the boys in the family.
What did he think she was going to do - nail Aidan to his bed? She didn't stop him, in any case. Alexandra could finish her nap where she was.