His arm tightened around her. How she delighted him. Look at how irritated she was now, talking back to the woman who not only employed her but held a great deal of power. But his Kiya did not let that scare her. No, she was as brave as she was smart. She would give him strong, intelligent children.
“When was this?” the old woman asked.
He just wouldn’t mention to her the fact that their children would be born full-blooded Travellers. She might balk a bit at the idea of children who could control time.
“A little bit ago.” Kiya touched the side of her head. “Someone bashed me on the head—again, which I can tell you I don’t appreciate in the least. It’ll be a miracle if I don’t suffer some sort of permanent brain trauma. My poor id will be all mixed up with my superego, who she dislikes i
