"What are you doing to her?" demanded Elizabeth as she gently took me from Jennifer's leg and brought me into her embrace. "You are scaring the poor child!"
"I'm scaring her?!?" demanded Jennifer. I could hear the incredulous note to her voice and I could picture her waving her finger at me. "That fucking bitch took a chunk out of my leg! I'm hurt and bleeding, and you are more worried about that freak? What about me!?"
"Jennifer, just stop," sighed Elizabeth softly as she came to her feet, picking me up as if I weighed nothing at all. I mean, I knew I was small, but she was treating me like I was a toddler or something.
But I was smarter than to question her. Resting my cheek on her shoulder, I fought back a smirk. It was nice to have an actual mom on my side.
