Esther met Malachi’s gaze, surprised by his comment. More surprised that she thought he might be right. She’d spent her life getting into fights and getting in and out of trouble. Maybe she should stick with what she knew. Her hands curled into fists and she could almost feel the handles of the daggers. “I think I have.” Her smile widened into a grin. She hadn’t needed to change anything about herself. Had only needed to figure out what it was she should be fighting.
“You’re going to become an executioner,” Jesse said.
She faced him again, shrugging a single shoulder. “I guess I’ll see what happens after I track Nethod down.” She glanced at the doorway. “For now, I’m going to have something to eat then sleep.”
“I’ll remain with you.” Malachi turned to Jesse. “Could you drop my vehicle o
