“Have fun with the witches,” Hale said, giving Remy a kiss on her cheek. Rua’s eyes tracked the movement. It was such an easy action, like he had done it a million times before. “Fun?” Renwick cocked an eyebrow at Hale. His gaze slid to Rua, and she almost felt knocked over by it as his lips twisted into a smirk. “They don’t know what your childhood was like then?” “What?” Remy’s eyes darted between Rua and Renwick. “It’s nothing,” Rua said, shaking her head in reassurance.
