“You want to meet my family?” he asked in a high-pitched voice. “That is what happens, yes? When you have someone in your life, you meet their family.” The Fox frowned. “Unless you’re ashamed of them?” “No, I’m not ashamed of them.” “Then what is the problem? Because I know you’re not ashamed of me.” Ashamed of him, no. Terrified he might take offense at something his sisters said and rain terror down on them, yes. Being with an assassin with a warped moral code and a lack of respect for society’s rules was going to be slightly stressful sometimes.
