CHAPTER SIXTEEN
BELLA SIPPED FROM A thermos Edric recognized. She always seemed to have it nearby when she was doing her thing.
“What is that?”
“Tea. Would you like some?”
“What kind of tea?”
She shrugged. “A special Romany mix. Passed down through generations in my family. It helps open the mind.”
“Romany?”
She turned to him, smiling. “Yes. Didn’t I tell you I’m a gypsy?”
He held her gaze and for a moment. Her expression held a trace of fear, a bit of defensiveness and Edric realized she expected him to be repelled by the admission. He grinned. “Cool.”
Bella chuckled.
Edric held out his hand. “I think I would like to taste the tea.” Lord knew he needed some mind opening right at that moment. He tasted the bitter brew and grimaced. “This is nasty.”
Her laugh was warm, deep. “You
