The Changeling (Book One Of The Síofra Chronicles) - Plot & Excerpts
My mother wrapped her soft arms around me and held me so tight to her chest that I wondered if she would ever let go and hoped that she wouldn't. "Oh, baby, I've missed you," she cheered as she gripped me firmly to her, rocking gently back and forth. I smiled and buried my face in her shoulder, inhaling the scent of Ivory soap and the vanilla perfume she always wore. "All my babies are under one roof again." "Geez, Mom, let her breathe! Who's going to help me wash the dishes if you smother the girl before dinner even starts?" rumbled the deep voice of my older brother behind me. Mom pressed a kiss to my cheek and turned to welcome Becca with the same big hug I had received. I spun to glare at Elliott as he leaned against wall, a smirk on his face. "Why do I get stuck with dish duty?" I demanded, a smirk on my face as I took in his six-foot-two-inch frame. We looked so much alike except for our eyes and the difference in height that I was still amazed he had managed to convince me I’d been adopted so many times. I punched him playfully in the arm before he swept me up into a bear hug, his arms crushing my ribs as his deep laughter echoed through the house.
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