You were still getting used to how Alcina would treat you in private compared to in a public setting. In her bedroom, she’d let you rest on her lap, but around her daughters, she’d treat you like a spec of dust. But even as her long fingers massaged your scalp, you couldn’t help but take comfort in it after not feeling any physical touch in so long.

“If I see that man-thing again, I’ll kill him where he stands.” And of course, she was rambling again. Not necessarily to you, but to herself.

Alcina had made it her personal mission to kill this man named Ethan Winters the second she found her daughter, Bela, calcified from the cold air.