If Avery’s mind had been working to place where she knew the man from, it immediately stopped at his question about Marigold. An alarm rung like a bell throughout her body, and she straightened. It wasn’t a threat - he looked genuinely intrigued, but coming from someone that Avery wasn’t entirely sure she recognized, she wasn’t willing to risk anything. A swift step closer to him put Avery between the man and her daughter, and she stared up at him, her eyes flashing. “What the fuck,” she hissed, “d'you know about my daughter being a metamor -” It was halfway into her reply that Avery managed to really look at his features. His hair was darker than last time; his nose slightly more bulbous than she recalled, but the slightly amused look she remembered from that day at the lake remained.
How the fuck had he found her here of all places?
It took only a few seconds of her shock to recover before she took a step back, though she still looked up at him from under the brim of her hat. “Y’could have come up with a better startin’ line, y’know. I almost bit your fuckin’ head off.” She muttered, glancing back down at Marigold who had only momentarily looked up curiously at her mother from under the brim of her own hat before returning back to her mud pies.
How the fuck had he found her here of all places?
It took only a few seconds of her shock to recover before she took a step back, though she still looked up at him from under the brim of her hat. “Y’could have come up with a better startin’ line, y’know. I almost bit your fuckin’ head off.” She muttered, glancing back down at Marigold who had only momentarily looked up curiously at her mother from under the brim of her own hat before returning back to her mud pies.
