In the kitchen, the house owner is cooking, and Valentine and Tomas are sitting in the chairs on opposite sides of the room, with one leg each on the table. Valentine seems far more harrowed than Tomas. It seems for all his intentional provocation of Lucas, Tomas is much harder for him to handle.
May zooms past me. Her hair flies behind her as she rushes into the kitchen and leaps onto a chair.
It's quite an impressive feat, for such a small girl. Perhaps I should scold her and tell her to be more careful. But her cheeks are glowing and she looks unbelieveably excited for something as simple as oatmeal and honeyed milk.
So I let it go.
Valentine sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair. His eyes immediately settle on me when I appear.
"You gonna explain why we grew a new merc with a bad mouth?" He asks, leaning back in his chair.
"Not really." I say.
He snorts. "Figured you'd say something like that."
