“They didn’t like you much, did they?” Penny rose from the stone floor and stretched. Fascinated as she was by her father’s story, hearing about her mom, her aunt, and their friends, she was on the verge of nodding off. The morning had fallen behind them, it was noon or very near, she guessed, and apparently there was no coffee to be had in her cell.
“No,” Torin said, dismissing Penny’s words with a wave of his hand. “They just didn’t know me.”
“They didn’t trust you,” Ronan corrected.
“You were spying on them,” Penny said. “Right?”
Torin cleared his throat and pretended not to hear her.
“Smart ladies,” she said, but then remembered her mother, who clearly had trusted him. “Except for my mom.”
Torin turned to Penny and smiled.
“She didn’t trust me completely, if that makes you feel
