“She thinks I’m dinner?” Kiarash didn’t look amused. “Who is she?”
“I came across her this afternoon,” I told him. “She’s been wounded, and —”
“Wounded by who?”
“I don’t know. There was no one else around and it seems like she can’t talk.” I turned back to her. She was watching our exchange and seemed to be relaxing. “I think she’s hungry though. I’ll get a fire going, I’m sure you brought some rabbits.”
She watched me curiously as I stacked wood for a fire. I’d never learned magic like Mira did, so I always used a flint to get the fire going. She laughed at me when I sparked the flint and blew to try to get a flame going.
“What’s so funny?” I frowned at her.
I didn’t expect her to answer. But she did get up and walk to the pile of kindling I was working at. She bent low and, pursing
