“So?” asked Ivar as he saw me appear at the top of the stairs.
I nodded. “He gave his go-ahead.”
He raised an eyebrow from where he sat at the dining. “Really?”
“Yes,” I responded, decending down the stairs slowly. My thoughts felt heavy—soaked in everything I was about to risk.
“So what are your plans?”
I wanted to reach Daphne first to discuss with her, and then the rest of my plans would unravel.
I told him.
“Are you going to bring her with you? This girl you talk about.”
I shook my head. “No. I just want to talk to her first,” I would unravel the rest of my plans slowly when they were solid.
“Is she your sister?”
“No,” I replied, but she'd helped me like a sister would, and now was the time to pay her back.
“Saw you running from the fields yesterday,” he suddenly said. “Saw
