TWENTY-TWO
Chase had tried sitting up while the girl was in the cellar, but his ribs had hurt so much, he'd lay back down again, heartily wishing he'd never heard of wolves or witches. Not that young Mistress Rosa was anything like he'd expected. Young and pert and far too knowing for one so young.
Unless she'd lied about her age, but he doubted that. She liked discomfiting him with the truth far too much.
Nothing he said or did seemed to discomfit her...except when she'd seen the cup. Maja's cup, that Abraham had turned to gold at a touch.
If her eyes had taken on a greedy glitter at the sight of so much gold, he would not have been surprised, but she'd looked...saddened. Disappointed, perhaps? So, out of respect for his hostess, he'd asked her to hide it again.
Her good spirits
