happened if she hadn’t seen him before the branding. “If you’re Dorothy,” he said carefully, “Where’s your little rat, Tutu?” Her eyes narrowed. “Toto.” “That’s what I said.” “My dog died, not that it’s any of your business.” She crossed her arms, the movement pushing up her cleavage. Tin couldn’t stop his eyes from flicking downward. “You are Tin, aren’t you?” He held out his arms as if to say who else would I be? They were both quiet for a long moment before Dorothy broke the silence. “That’s impossible. The Tin I knew wasn’t a self-righteous prick.”
