It had been a while since the last time Abaddon had seen Demeter. Upwards of five thousand years, easily.
When they spoke last, it was due to his own decision.
He just... stopped answering her summons. Made sure that he was always away whenever she came to the house.
It was a hard choice, but one he felt he had to make.
His friendship with Demeter had put a strain on his relationship.
Ayaana never said anything, but he knew they were uncomfortable.
There was a difference between Karliah's, and, at the time, even Lusamine's shallow, craven attempts at flirtation and what Demeter seemed to want from him.
She hung around the house until late at night. Between her longing gazes and the way she tried to dote on Abaddon like his own mother, he was amazed that the girls never tried to kill her.
Back then, he didn't understand it. But his wives weren't crazy for the sake of being crazy.
