“Could you tell me what it means?” She shrugged, relieved. “I owe you protection. Keep you clothed and fed. Won’t let anyone hurt you. Anyone touches you or bothers you, it’s my job to make it right.” “Would you kill them?” She took a second to think about that. She wasn’t a murderer, but . . . “If they needed it, and you wanted me to.” Tsira could swear he smiled a little. “And what do you get in return?” She just stared at him and grinned. He swallowed. “Ah.”
