Page 55 of I Dated the Lost Song

Cadence shrugged. “Children are the easiest targets. Small and easy to control.”

Leska nodded. “And portable. Don’t forget portable.”

Khytten sighed. “They are not wrong.”

She finished pouring, and Salat corked all but two. He walked over and put one in Cadence’s hand and put the other in Leska’s. “There you go.”

Leska put the vial to her mouth and leaned her head back. Cadence lifted the vial to her lips and drank. She giggled. “Lemon.”

Khytten looked at Leska and sighed. “Are you sure you don’t want to dabble? I am a very good dabbler.”

Leska snorted. “No, but I am flattered.”

Torenne said, “Okay, they are both back. Who is Leska made of?”

Leska snorted. “Nelith is my primary genetic donor, which makes Horseman my sister, and I share paternal material with Tirra. I guess her dad jerked off in Uradda.”

Khytten’s eyes widened. “You are Tirra’s sister?”

“Uh, on paper. I suppose.”

Salat asked. “Does she know?”

“I just found out yesterday, so I don’t know who Kritz and Zera have told.”

There was a sudden thudding in the sky, and Leska looked up to see a woman with energy projections for wings.

Khytten smirked. “They told Tirra.”

* * * *

Leska looked at thewoman who had some startling resemblances to herself.

Tirra was staring at her and moving slowly around her. “Oh, wow. You have my eyes.”

“I would give them back, but it would hurt.” Leska looked at the other woman. “We don’t need to make this a thing. He jerked off in a sample cup. That’s it.”

Tirra paused right in front of her, her silky dress fluttering. “Are you kidding? I have a whole sister. Or half sister.”

Leska chuckled. “Then pick a half and hug it.”

The arms that wrapped around her were strong, and the scent of Tirra was familiar. There was another note. “You are married. Oh, right. Gorith.”

Tirra laughed. “Yeah, he’s with the baby, telling them that Mommy went on an adventure to catch an auntie.”

“I am sure that with Khytten and the other ladies at the BDC, you have plenty of female friends to call upon.”

“Yes, but when I was a kid, I had brothers and no sister, and now I have a sister, and I don’t care how.” Tirra was hugging her. “Wow, you are in good shape.”

“I have weird hobbies.”

Salat said, “Oh, it looks like the first chunk of rigging went up.”

She glanced over to the workers a few hundred yards from the house. “Oh, that’s fun.”

Tirra asked, “What is it?”

“It’s a scaffolding for acrobatics with a dance floor.” She looked at Tirra. “Are you going to let go eventually?”

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