It's Cold

He shook his head.

“Well, I should s’pose not, you were only a baby,” I told Rachel.

“Uh… isn’t she like, a little young to be my aunt?” Okay you little twerp, I’ll show you young! Shade sent a telepathic message saying, Calm down darling, he’s six. He’s supposed to ask questions like that.

“Uh… well, we just call her that. And she only looks eleven. Really, she’s my age.” If you only knew, I thought. I’m far older than you.

“It’s cold,” I say to Rachel. “Shouldn’t we go inside or something?” I don’t get cold, I could just sense the temperature. She nodded.

“Of course. Let’s go in, Brett honey,” she said, leading him inside, holding his little hand.

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