“What did you get up to today?”
Sawyer always asked Elizabeth the same thing when she was finished studying with Francesca. The classes were every week now – they had been for the past couple of months.
She had given the hospice her consent to contact her when her mother died, but she hadn’t heard from them, and she had thrown herself into studying and trying to establish herself as an appropriate mate to Sawyer after the phone call she received.
She was naturally skilled; most of the things Francesca was teaching them involved enhancing or accessing skills they already had, and Elizabeth was already far more powerful than the rest of them so it came easily to her.
It worked in her favour for more than one reason, but the primary advantage was the impact seeing her excel had on the peo
