WREN
The next morning started with a knock on the door that sounded far too cheerful for the hour. I was halfway through counting the remaining coins in the rent envelope when Kara pushed her way inside without waiting for permission, which told me everything I needed to know about her mood before she said a single word.
Kara never respected doors when she was happy. The grin on her face confirmed it; a dangerous one, the kind that meant she already knew something and was savoring the moment before she shared it.
I regretted opening the door immediately.
"Well," she announced, stepping into the room. "Look at you."
I frowned. "Look at me what?"
Her grin widened. "Oh, don't act innocent."
I already hated where this conversation was going.
Kara glanced past my shoulder toward the t
