There wasn't a maternal bone in Fatima's body. At least, as far as Fatima was concerned. She never wanted to have kids. Who wanted to trade their pretty years for poop and spit-up?

Still. She knew how to handle upset children well enough. After all, dhampir kids were constantly being brought into the compound. As leader of the coven, it was her responsibility to take care of them, at least to assure them that they were safe and would be well cared for under her supervision.

She reached out, putting her hands on Prim's shoulders, gently running her fingers up and down the length of the girl's arms. "I approve of this Killian, whoever he is." Why did that name sound familiar? "You'll have to introduce me sometime."

With her thumb, she wiped away Prim's tear. "But meanwhile, I'd like to introduce you to one of my friends. Would you like that?"