Twenty
Hannah kept her head down as she collected dirty dishes and transferred them to her tray. She gave a smile of thanks to the young half-breed who shyly handed her the plate from in front of him.
‘Aren’t you a little short for a warden?’
Hannah looked up and found herself gazing into a pair of clear green eyes filled with amused interest.
‘I’m not a warden.’
‘You must be human then.’
‘Wrong again.’ She gave him a tight smile. ‘I’m a half-breed, like you.’
‘Hardly.’ He pointed to her right wrist. ‘No tattoo, and you work for the Ward. I’ve never heard of a half-breed working for wardens. What’s your secret? You sleeping with the boss?’
Hannah gave a snort as she headed to the end of the table, piled the last of the dirty dishes on the tray, and hefted it against her stomach for
