“Aha,” I said. “You must be Esteban and Esmerelda. I’ve heard about you.” “We are famous,” hissed the little woman, beaming up at the man. He gave her a stern look, sighed, and said, “Aye, we are. Here to stop you from allowing Arianna to proceed with her design.” I blinked. “What?” Esmerelda leaned closer. Her hair brushed my nose and lips. “Are its ears broken? If the ears are defective, can we detach them and send them back?”
