“I’m just saying, she knows more than she’s saying.”
Ezer was following Senga and Erramun around the house.
This might have been adorable in a normal case, but since Senga was trying to get a moment or seven alone with Erramun, it was growing a little frustrating.
“And I’m saying, of course she does.” Senga checked the back door to the garden – the one in the Sturdy – and found it, too, locked.
Her cousins were fae. They couldn’t enter a house without an invitation, any more than she could. But that wouldn’t stop them from sending an agent, or a team of them, if they thought it would work.
“What do you mean, of course she does?” Continue reading