Xander
"Still nothing from the council?" Harmony asked as we were settling down for bed.
"No, thankfully." I said, relieved. "Our father said he was going to speak to them about alternatives, but we haven't heard back yet."
It's been nearly two weeks since the council told us to kill our new pet. A week past the deadline they had set for us to finish the job. I took it as a good sign that they hadn't reached out. Our father has been gone for most of that time, but has kept in some contact. He said he was elbow deep in paperwork. Whatever that meant. He wasn't supposed to disclose what exactly he did for the council, though he did bend those rules every now and then.
"Well, that is wonderful news." Harmony smiled, cuddling up close to me.
She has been alternating between spending th
