The witch also smiled, but she looked uneasy, as if she’d seen something she didn’t quite understand. “You did take my advice. And I see the results were satisfactory.”
Her gaze flicked between us, and my wolf still felt uneasy, hating the smug look on her face.
Brenna’s brow furrowed.
“It’s all right, lass,” I heard myself say. “It’s only the witch—the one that led us to you.”
Brenna’s face went carefully blank. I felt a twinge of guilt. We’d approached her stepfather, paid him to lure her away from her family, and sell her to us. It wasn’t the way I’d wished to meet the woman who would be our salvation, but it was fast. And Brenna had settled into her role.
At least, it seemed she had. I studied her guarded expression, wishing we could speak to her. Ask her what she thought of being
