April 10, 2008
A Visit by an Aunt.
“So, Dr. Cain, when did you get your eyes fixed?”
Ashmedai jumped and spun to face the woman leaning against the wall. “I thought I locked that.”
“You did. I unlocked it. It wasn’t hard. Stop glaring at me like that, nephew.”
“I’m not your nephew anymore, Morgan.”
“Not this incarnation, no. You’ve been reborn how many times since then? What do you do, kill yourself off every half a century for a new, youthful body?”
“I’m not you, Morgan.” Ashmedai turned back to his desk.
Morgan’s mouth twisted. “You never did answer my question, Mordred. When did you get your eyes fixed?”
“What makes you think I wasn’t simply reborn with working eyes?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Morgan said from right behind Ashmedai. She grabbed his hands and turned them palm-up. “If it were that easy, your hands should be healed, too.”
“That’s different,” Ashmedai said, not meeting Morgan’s eyes.
“Or I was right.”
A sudden surge of power pushed Morgan out into the hallway. The office door closed behind her, then fused into the wall.
“Someone feels threatened,” Morgan muttered, sitting up. She rubbed her head and clambered to her feet.
“I was right!” she yelled through the former door, before turning and skipping off down the hall.
