“I’m stealing Kiya, Sister. Are you finished with her?” Shira lifted an eyebrow, pursed her full lips, and folded her arms. “Well, there are a couple more pots to clean . . .” “Hmm . . . I’m sorry to hear that.” He pulled me by the hand with a mocking grin, and Shira’s musical laugh floated behind us as he led me outside the reach of the firelight.
