Flic sat opposite her brother, feeling the most uncomfortable she had ever been in her bakery. The familiar setting did nothing to soothe her as she watched Simon dig into a chocolate tart, whilst she sipped at a mug of coffee. The stimulant probably wasn’t good for her, with her nerves already shot to pieces, but she needed it to get through their talk. So far, he hadn’t said a word to her outside of idle chitchat, but there was something patient about his posture that she couldn’t disturb. He wanted this time with her, and she needed to satisfy his wishes to keep him happy.
Though he had made no move to go against his word, Flic was still waiting for the moment he would laugh at her naivety and steal her away from her home. Or worse, kill the Red Valley wolves. It hadn’t come yet, but
