"Mother?" Hex blurted at last. The shock of seeing her, that too here, got his tongue for some time. "Why are you here?"
He, or rather Sterling's spies, had been searching for her whereabouts. There were questions that needed answers.
"I followed you, of course," Medina, still possessing Cyantha, said. Her warm smile melted some of his wariness away.
'Be alert. Even if she isn't her corrupted self right now, she soon will be.' He warned himself. Repeatedly.
"Why?" He asked. Her presence alarmed him. Not only because it was unexpected, but also due to her ability to hide from him. Surely, after his recent refinements and growth, his senses should have improved. And…she was supposed to be under observation.
"That's what I wanne know. Why? Why are your spies searching for me? Are you in trouble?"
Her concerned voice and worried look nearly disarmed him. It took an irritating inside voice to remain alert. The warmth welling up inside him was beyond suppression, though.
