"You.." Jonathan blinked, his hand leaving Coco’s head and standing in front of her instead.
Cleora raised an eyebrow and behind her, she heard the front door shut. "What’s with the protective stance, my son? Why does it look like you don’t want that horrendous man to be taken for questioning?"
"It’s not that, ma’am." Jonathan swallowed thickly, his body becoming rigid. "It’s pretty clear that you’re soone powerful, but I’m not certain who."
"How much has my daughter told you?" Cleora asked, tilting her head, but she quickly turned her head to look at the front door, eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"
Before Coco or Jonathan could question who she was talking to, Sinclair suddenly stepped into the fra.
"Master." The hybrid walked past Cleora and scrambled to kneel in front of Coco. "Are you okay? I felt panic and sensed danger. I didn’t think twice about removing myself from my post and flew here."
Coco scanned Sinclair from head to toe, but her eyes landed on the way his chest heaved up and down, indicating that he’s out of breath.
"I’m fine." Coco assured her familiar, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. "I got punched, but it didn’t hurt that much. On the other hand, I think I went too far in my self defense because he got knocked out.."
The look of relief on Sinclair’s face was imdiate and it made Coco realize that he must have been deeply worried for him to be rushing to her ho.
What she said was true though, she did get punched and sure, it knocked the air out of her lungs, but other than that— she didn’t feel any pain, and on the contrary, it kind of made her a little mad which made her couldn’t stop herself from retaliating.
By no ans necessary did she think that she would need to kill the man, but maybe bruising him a little won’t hurt..?
"That brute had the nerve to do this to my master." Sinclair murmured, his eyes sweeping across Coco’s hunched body and analyzed her ragged clothing that was caused by the man’s roughness towards her.
"Just who does he think he is?" The hybrid growled, his hands around Coco’s tightening as he frowned.
Instead of entertaining Sinclair’s anger, she turned to her mother instead and gave her a wary glance. "Mama, that man said sothing about the Baroness giving him order."
Jonathan, Sinclair, and Cleora simultaneously grew tense when they heard the possible mastermind of the attack.
Cleora scowled. "It seems like I will have to pay her a visit myself."
"Pay her a visit, you say?" Sinclair snapped his head to the older woman’s direction, eyes bright and wide with delight. "Would you mind coming along? I would also like to pay her a visit."
"It’s your choice." Cleora didn’t dwell too much onto it and walked over to the couch.
"But I won’t leave the city unless I know my daughter is safe." Cleora stated bluntly, her eyes landing on the dried tears streak on Coco’s face. "Speaking of which, I have been aning to talk to you about, my love."
"Talk about..?"
Jonathan and Sinclair picked up what the older woman wanted them to do, but the two of them aren’t happy about obliging her words.
"I’m going to check on Renaldo for a bit." Jonathan decided to be the bigger person and spoke up, his legs making long strides as he walked to the hallway. "Call for once you’re done, ma’am."
Cleora shifted her gaze onto the hybrid, her eyebrow raised.
Sinclair returned her gaze, his red eyes filled with defiance, but thinking about the fact that she’s his master’s mother— the person who gave birth to an amazing person..
He sighed and slowly rose to her feet. "I’ll talk to Renaldo and Jonathan. Please excuse ."
Cleora watched the hybrid start making his way to the living room doorway, but he suddenly stopped and shot her a glance over his shoulder. "If she needs sothing, please call for imdiately."
"I will, Sin." Coco answered, her lips curling up slightly. "Don’t worry now, okay?"
Sinclair’s expression softened and he turned around before bending forward, lowering his head towards his master. "I’ll be right outside. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything, master. Please."
Then, without waiting for Coco’s response, he spun around his heel and walked out of the house, the front door clicking shut echoing behind him.
Coco blinked owlishly, not expecting for Sinclair to beg like that—
"Just how many tis have you bottled up your feelings and didn’t ask for help from your familiar, Coco?" Cleora asked, cutting off Coco’s train of thoughts sharply.
"W-What..?" Coco started sweating and she forced her eyes sowhere else. "I never did that, mama."
"Sure, you don’t." Cleora humd before proceeding on taking a seat right beside her. "Anyway, now that we’re alone in this house.. There’s sothing I’ve been aning to ask you."
"Shoot away." Coco mumbled, shifting on her seat nervously.
"Rember when I said that I will have to leave soon?" Cleora racked up her mory lane for the day she told her daughter about her departure. "So, about that.. With what happened just now, it seems like I will have to leave as soon as tomorrow."
Coco’s head snapped up and her eyes went wide in disbelief. "Already? But why? You just said that you won’t leave until I’m safe!"
"Which is why I wanted to ask you if you have told your husband about what we talked about before." Cleora sighed, her face softening at the sight of her daughter’s horrified expression.
"What we talked about..?" Coco repeated, her eyes becoming a little glossy with tears. "Is this about coming with you?"
"Yes." Cleora muttered, her gaze shifting away from Coco’s. "I have the captain of the castle knights staying at the inn nearby, but if given the word, he can prepare to leave as soon as tonight."
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