Cat in the Cradle
“Look, I’m not asking. I’m going,” Chloe said, arms crossed.
Arguing with Valentina was a little too much like arguing with her mother.
“Chloe, it’s not safe,” Valentina said in that soft, patient way she seemed to reserve for Chloe but still brooked no argument.
“I don’t care,” Chloe said stubbornly. “He didn’t feel threatening and the card was for me
. I’m going.”
Valentina pursed her lips, obviously both aware and annoyed that she wasn’t going to win this argument. “Fine,” she finally said. “We’ll all
Chloe bit back a wince and said, “Paul and Amy are waiting for us downstairs.”
Valentine very carefully didn’t frown but obviously wanted to. “Are you sure it’s safe to keep dragging your…humans into these things?”
Chloe knew she meant Mai business and said resolutely, “Yes. Honestly, I probably couldn’t keep them out of it if I wanted to. They already know too much.”
Ruthlessness peeked out of Valentina’s eyes for a second before it was hidden behind the motherly mask she seemed to prefer Chloe believe. “You need to be careful
Chloe stubbornly jutted out her chin. “They’re my friends. And they already know everything.”
She didn’t want to have to even contemplate having to really fight Valentina but she would over Amy, Paul, or her mother. No one in the world meant as much to her as them.
Valentine obviously got the drift because she settled further back in her chair, giving way enough to say, nodding once, “Of course.”
Chloe knew she’d won but it still felt like she’d disappointed someone. She was going to have to stop telling Alek and Jasmine everything. When they disagreed with her, they ultimately brought Valentina into the mix. And Chloe understood, really, she did. She was just sixteen and Valentina had been leading the San Francisco pride for years. But Chloe wasn’t sure how she was supposed to unite anything when even the people that were supposed to be her allies kept questioning every decision she made.