Chapter Seventeen
“HOW ARE THE people at the bar?” Winnie asked as she pulled her hot tea closer. “Do you think they’re still mad at Ezra?”
Adira shook her head. “No, I don’t. People around here tend to get over things quickly. You kind of have to when you depend on each other so much for your safety.”
“Good,” Winnie said as she lifted the cup to her lips. “Ezra’s a good man. I couldn’t bear it if someone thought ill of him.”
Adira glanced over at her as she finished setting the stones on the table. “You seem to have grown fairly attached to him in such a short amount of time. You sure you’re not part shifter?” She giggled as she smiled over at the other woman, and Winnie felt the blush warm her cheeks.
“I guess it does seem a little weird, doesn’t it?” she asked, not sure how to expl
