Alien Architect Needs a Nanny (Alien Nanny Agency 1)

That was the final straw. Emilia couldn’t take one more word from this horrid woman.

She placed her spoon down, ready to give Faline a piece of her mind. If she got fired, so be it. Someone had to stand up for that boy.

“What a stupid question,” Dyrk said, before she had the chance to defend him. “We grow things ourselves so that we can appreciate them more, and so that we know our food is fresh and healthy.”

Emilia felt tears prickle her eyes. He was repeating everything she had told him about the value of planting food, and more. He got it, he really got it.

“How dare you?” Ra’as’s voice thundered out. “We do not speak to guests that way in this house. Go to your room, immediately.”

Emilia watched all the air go out of Dyrk.

He slumped into his usual defeated posture and headed out of the room.

Beside her, Mimi sniffled and dropped her spoon.

“If you’ll excuse us, Mimi and I need to get ready for story time,” Emilia said, with the last of her restraint, not even looking at Ra’as.

She didn’t wait for him to acknowledge the request, but instead grabbed her plate and Mimi’s and headed back out to the kitchen with the little girl in tow.

“What was that all about?” Faline asked with an obnoxiously fake laugh.

Emilia tried to ignore the awful woman’s giggling as she hurriedly placed their plates in the sink, grabbed Mimi’s hand, and marched out to find Dyrk, hoping she could get to him before he folded into himself.