I opened my mouth to deny it, but closed it just as fast, knowing there was no sense in arguing. Nyx could sense these things. I lowered my head, my cheeks on fire from embarrassment. She knew that she was right, and so did I.
“I’m not judging or reproaching you, Isis.” Nyx’s porcelain face rested on her fist.
“I haven’t admitted to anything.”
Her lips lifted at the corners with a confidence I had come to relate with deities. “Nor have you denied it.”
That was the end of my defense. A crow cawed, hiding some-
where in the tree branches—mocking me, no less. I traced the white, scrolled, metal arm on the patio chair, busying my hand to keep from biting what was left of my nails.
where in the tree branches—mocking me, no less. I traced the white, scrolled, metal arm on the patio chair, busying my hand to keep from biting what was left of my nails.
“Does it make you uncomfortable that I know this much?”
“It has since I met you.”
“Oh.” Nyx looked surprised. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I don’t know the limit on how intimate mother and daughter-in-law talks should be.”
Daughter-in-law? That word was too awkward to use in this conversation. I felt like an ant under a magnifying glass, churning under the intensity of the rays of commitment.
“I won’t dwell on it anymore, and you can rest assured that I won’t tell.”
“What are you two gossiping about?” A voice came from behind me.
David’s hand landed on my shoulder and I tensed. His lips touched the side of my forehead for a moment.
“Girl talk,” Nyx said. “You should know better than to ask.”
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