Heda just caught her up in a hug and held her a couple of inches off the ground.

"So I take it things got interesting?"

"Put me down," Madison said, somewhat listlessly. Her feet were slowly lowered back to the carpeted stairs, then she turned on her heel and trundled back down.

Heda followed after turning on the light and closing the door behind her. She got to the bottom and noticed the opened bottle of wine.

"Madison, is this really --" She paused after picking up the bottle to find it still quite heavy.

"You barely drank any of it."

Madison sulked on her bed.

"I realized that I didn't have anything to drink from, so I figured that I'd do the traditional wino thing and drink stuff straight from the bottle. But wine tastes like ass.

Now I owe someone a bottle."

“That would be Anthony."

"I wonder if Kevin has any more of that special pot of his Heda sat on the bed next to her girlfriend.

“Madison, don't make me ask."

The bat-shifter was sitting on her hands and biting her lip.

"Yeah.

The test was positive. He's . . . Mr. Hannity is —-"

“Your father?"

"The sperm donor," Madison said, pushing herself back into the mountain of pillows next to her headboard.

"I heard about what happened. Have you talked to him since you ko'd his wife?" Heda intentionally avoided saying "your mother."

"I haven't spoken to him."

Heda thought that was a weird response, then looked around and spotted Madison's cell phone over on the nightstand. She grabbed in and turned it on. Sure enough, there were several messages from the same number.

"You can't avoid him forever."

“I avoided him for twenty years. What's another seventy or so?"

"Madison --'

"What?" Madison shouted, jumping back up to her feet.