DRAKENFELL — DRAKEN FORCES TRAINING FIELD
"Serena. A word."
Serena looked up. Her face fell when she saw Dexmon’s expression.
"Of course," she said softly, and stood.
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DRAKENFELL — DEXMON’S STUDY
Dex closed the door behind them. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed.
"Sit," he ordered.
Serena sat without a word. This wasn’t like Dexmon at all.
"My mother is running a temperature. She is having chest pains. Alaric is running blood work."
Her stomach dropped. She should have found Dexmon after that and told him, but she got distracted and figured she’d tell him tonight.
"She told me she was trying to invite you to her parlor," he continued, "and that you were saying cruel things to her. Cussing at her. Tell me that’s exaggerated."
Serena opened her mouth.
Closed it.
The closing was the closing of a woman who had been ready to defend herself but the accusation was correct.
"It’s an accurate account." Her voice was steady. "I told her hard no. I walked away. She followed me."
"Serena."
"But, I think cruel is a bit of an exaggeration," she added quickly. "I listed the things she has done to me after she followed me. If that is what she is referring to as cruel—"
"Did you tell her she makes you sick and call her a bad luna?"
"Yes," Serena replied with no hesitation.
Dex’s face was pained. The pain was real, visible, the specific expression of a man caught between two women he loved and whose love for both was producing a conflict his face could not resolve.
"As much as I would have loved to see you cuss my mother out," he said, and the sentence carried the ghost of a grin that died before it reached his mouth, "she never extends olive branches, Serena. Ever. This is a first."
Serena’s resolve thickened at that statement.


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