“He’s important to you.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes, ma’am.” Mrs. James would be proud of me, I thought, for remembering to differentiate by gender. “Is he the reason you’re so set on fighting?” “No,” I said slowly. “I think it’s the other way around.” She laughed quietly. “I’m not surprised to hear that. We’ll be retiring now. Don’t spend so long sparking that you don’t get any sleep.”
