11
Varian
I snatched a few pieces of firewood and followed Layla inside the cottage. She went to the wood stove, where she placed a kettle of water. I approached her carefully and rested the firewood on the pile beside the stove.
I took several steps back and asked, “How do you know fae?”
Layla glanced at me from over her shoulder. “I was given the sight and the speech long ago.”
I frowned, wanting to ask how and why, but the way her back straightened and her shoulders squared, I knew I shouldn’t prod much. At least, not yet. Instead, I asked, “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“Not really. Besides managing the little imps, who I think won’t come back so soon, there’s nothing much to do.”
My frown deepened. If there was nothing to do, then I could think. I had to come up
