"Is gonna need a lot more space than we can provide up here," she said begrudgingly.

"Sir --" Clara started to say, actually looking a bit flustered.

"And I was going to send Clara with you as well, to bolster you magical defenses and . . . well, splitting her and Shamira up at this point might prove hazardous to my health."

Clara grinned at him and took Shamira's hand. "You are wise beyond your years."

"Once Banshee is better established, I will call my household home so she can develop her own, though she is now and always will be my first child. Leaving home for the first time...