“What’s your name?” Sorcha asked. “Aisling.” “Pretty name.” “I’d say you could tell my mother that, but she’s dead.” “Any other family?” Aisling paused with a mouth full of food. “No.” “Well, you can stay here then if you help out.” “I’m not asking for handouts.” “You just asked if I had money,” Sorcha said. “Didn’t say I was going to work for it.” “You are incredibly rude, aren’t you?” Aisling flashed a toothy grin. “Dealing with the Unseelie will do that to you.”
