Deidre sat on the stone floor in the hallway, her back to the wall, her arms locked around her knees. She looked up at him. “I want a bow.” Elara crouched by her. “What about your aunt and uncle?” Deidre shook her head. “I don’t want to go with them. I want to stay here.” “But they are your family.” “I don’t know them. I want to stay here. It’s safe here. Can you make them let me stay?” “We will ask.” Elara sighed. “But they are not here now, so let’s worry about this later.”
