A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 691

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I remained silent.

She took my hand again. “Do you remember our tradition?”

I frowned. “What tradition?”

“The final rites.”

I stared at her.

“You are the one who is supposed to bury me, Helen.”

My breath caught.

Seraphine continued, “You are my daughter. You are the one who is meant to perform the rites when my time comes.”

I said nothing.

“You were meant to take over from me fully.” She looked at me with a strange mixture of

sadness and determination. “That is the order.”

My heart tightened. “Mother…”

“I die before you do.”

I stared at her. She spoke the words with such certainty that, for a moment, I couldn’t respond.

“If you think this is about what you want, then think again,” Seraphine said.

She released my hand. “I have no intention of letting my daughter die before me.”

I shook my head. “You can’t decide that.”

“I just did.”

She turned toward the door.

“Seraphine,” I called.

She stopped.

I wanted to tell her not to do this. I wanted to tell her that there was nothing she could do, but

the words wouldn’t come.

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She looked back at me. “I’ll be back.”

There was something final in her voice.

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“When I return, you are coming with me.” She opened the door. “Put your things together.”

And then she walked out. The door closed behind her, and I remained where I was.

I stared at the door for a moment, listening to the fading sound of her footsteps until they disappeared completely.

She was gone.

For now. She said she would be back, and that meant she would be.

I lowered my eyes and let out a slow breath.

I knew Seraphine.

Perhaps that was the problem.

If I didn’t know her, I might have been able to dismiss her words as the determination of a mother who had just discovered that her daughter was dying.

I might have believed that she would eventually accept my decision and leave me alone.

But I knew her too well for that.

When my mother decided something had to be done, she rarely accepted anything standing

in the way.

And now, she had decided that I was coming with her.

I slowly sat back down. My eyes drifted toward the door again.

I could protect myself from her reach to an extent. That wasn’t the problem… I could avoid

her until everything was over.

I still remembered enough of what I had been taught to know how to fortify this house against intrusion, even if it was temporary. I could strengthen every entrance, place protective barriers around the property, and seal the house against anyone trying to force their way

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