EMMA JANE LOOKED AT the pie before she gazed up at the vivacious woman sitting across from her with wonder. She felt as excited as a kid at Christmas during the time before her family had died. It was such a strange feeling that it took a moment for her to place it. It was happiness. Being with Vanessa made her happy. Not because of her mission, not because she was here to protect her, just because she was here, with her. She hadn't had a relationship of any kind except distant acquaintances since her family had died, unless you counted Samuel, so she had no idea how to negotiate the strange new ground. She could feel her heart fluttering high in her throat and a weird tingling in her stomach. When Vanessa held her hand, even after she'd warned her she was dangerous, she'd wanted to cry te
