"Even
if he did,” Quilla said as she squatted in front of us. “No one
would believe him. He's at that age where he spouts all kinds of
crazy things... like men with red eyes and giant cocoa wolves... His
parents think Elliott must not be paying attention when he gets his
hand on the remote.” Quilla grinned lightly, but I still heard the
undertone of concern in her voice.
What
are you going to do if they decide to stop letting Elliott babysit?”
I
was aware that they didn't know she was the one actually doing the
babysitting. It was all part of giant charade so she could spend time
with him.
She
reached out, grabbing the little boy's hand. “I don't know. I
suppose, if I have to, I'll tell his parents the truth, everything.
Not even Julie ordering me not to could stop me, because it's about
him. He's the one thing that trumps even an alpha order –
the one thing that has complete control over me. But it all would
depend on what he wants and needs. If it was better for him to be
away from me... to grow up as a normal human boy that has nothing
more than fleeting memories of the cocoa wolf-girl... then that's
what I'd do. He calls the shots, ultimately. Not his parents, not
Elliott, not Jules, not even me."
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