18. Almost Our Song
Mina
I couldn’t guess why The Owl hadn’t warned me directly. I’d been no less welcoming when it came to the previous tips than Ben had been, as far as I could gauge. Ben had repeated the message for me as precisely as he could, but it wasn’t the same as having the original sound recorded in my head in full detail.
I tried not to let it become a point of argument, the way Ben had started hovering around me after the warning, double-checking my weapon supply and the trustworthiness of my company whenever we had to split up. Being the object of anyone’s protection had always been an uncomfortable sensation for me. It was hard enough to keep convincing myself that I was making a difference at protecting the humans of Prospero without anyone suggesting that I might need h
