Chapter 13

“You couldn’t help Mother Sonto, but at least help her,” said little Dave to his brother.

“I’ll wait for her cries then.”

Dion had pulled Felicia to the kitchen. “Dion! Dion, let go!”

“What in the universe are those little creeps doing in my house!” he had let go of her arm. She was only glad she was free from his grip.

“Dion—”

“Don’t ‘Dion’ me, lady, just chase them out!”

“You better not use that tone with me, boy! Where’s your respect?”

“I do not want demons in my house. I cannot be sailing with demons on my ship!” he started making way out. Felicia knew where he was heading and what he wanted to do. He was going to chuck those kids out, himself. Felicia was not about to let that happen. She grasped on him, “Dion!”

“Let go.”

“Dion!”

“I