"I love your gift, Facade."I love your gift, Facade. Thank you." "Oh, well, I guess I'll leave you two to get reacquainted," the sorceress said lightly. She stepped forward to the huddled girl and lifted her face with a finger under the chin. "She's very attractive, for a superheroine," Facade appraised grudgingly. "You could always take her as your secondary wife, you know. After all, I have another husband." "I'll consider it," he replied, looking back to Marcia's eyes. He barely noticed when Facade vanished in a shower of multi-colored sparks. "Mike?" Marcia said again. "What was all that about?" "Ummmm, well, uhhh...let me explain it...umm, why don't you sit down?" He gestured at the bed and the daybed. After a second's deliberation, she sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the cloak around her. "You, uhhh, want some water or something?" he asked awkwardly. "Sure." He hunted around the sink for a glass or cup and finally found one, which he filled with the glacial water. He returned and handed Marcia the cup, which she drained gratefully. The edge of the bed groaned a little as he sat next to her. "Well, uhm, Facade told me that she was the one who captured Satin, showed her to me, and told me that if I wanted to save my sister, I had to marry her. 'Her' being Facade, you know? So, of course, I did, and now, I guess, I'm her husband." He stuttered a little as he rushed nervously through his explanation. Marcia's blue eyes widened. "Oh, God, Mike, she's the mistress of illusions. She might not even have Satin!" "But I saw... |