There’s something different in her tone. Almost as if she’s been drinking in the Minea’s house. I flash her a cocky smile and shrug. “I don’t see why not. A few days here wouldn’t be so bad. Why? Are you in a hurry to get somewhere, Little Sparrow?” I eye her, not knowing where we stand. Surely she’s still furious that I was working for my father, but her face looks calm. Happy, even.
