"The Deidre I know wouldn't put politics over helping someone in need, like Selyn," he replied.
Selyn appeared confused at the sight of them, her dark eyes unfocused.
Selyn watched him with unease that bordered on alarm.
Selyn mouth the word.
She smiled at Selyn and left the room.
She glimpsed Selyn and even herself in his story.
"Selyn has asked to see you," he said.
Selyn was now a part of her world, her warped family.
Selyn peeked out from the two inches she'd opened the door, her dark eyes identical to her father's.
Selyn wrenched the door open fast enough to startle Deidre.
Selyn hurried across the room to a pad of paper and pen that Wynn had clearly left behind, if his tight writing on the back cover was any indication.
Carefully, Selyn wrote out something then passed it to Deidre.
Selyn nodded then blew out a breath.
Selyn nodded once more.
She didn't feel able to handle knowing what kind of food sat under a domed tray or what half-demons like Selyn did for blood.
Selyn crowded her, almost tripping them both by how close she was.
She pushed Selyn towards the portal to Hell.
Suddenly, Deidre wished she'd left Selyn in Hell.
All eyes fell to Selyn, who was shaking.
He grabbed Selyn and hauled her a few feet away.
Deidre looked from Harmony to Selyn, wishing she knew how to diffuse the situation in a way that Selyn was able to escape.
She couldn't stand the thought of seeing Selyn hurt, as much because of everything the girl had been through as the thought of hurting Darkyn.
Selyn could find her way home.
She prayed for Selyn to find her way home safely then led them through the portal into Hell.
Selyn. My daughter, a hatchling born by an Immortal blood monkey.
"Selyn," he said, surprised.
Selyn shook her head.
Selyn tried to bolt.
Selyn started away, tugging at him to follow.