She turns to look at me. “Freya did it?” “She did.” I pause. “She was quite forceful, in fact. Yelled at Commander Grey.” “She yelled at Grey?” Harper’s eyes widen. “Yanked the needle right from his hand.” “What did she say?” I raise my voice into a lilting imitation of Freya’s. “ ‘You will not put field sutures in my lady’s face! She is not a common soldier!’ ” A ghost of a smile finds Harper’s lips. “That’s amazing.” “She is quite protective.” I pause. “I thought she might drag him away by his ear.”
