“When have I ever been forceful?”
“The night we met,” Tommy said, “You busted into the sheriff’s office, beat up one of his deputies and demanded that I be set free.”
“And then there was the time you threatened to kill me if I didn’t tell you who I was and what I was planning,” Miri added.
Desa’s face was on fire. Sweet Mercy, had she really done that? It pained her to realize that yes, she had. A lot had changed in the last year. “All right,” she said. “So, I can be forceful on occasion, but-”
“Oh!” Tommy cut in. “And then there was the time that she pestered a goddess until she got what she wanted!”
“All right!” Desa said. “You win. I-”
“Trouble!” someone shouted.
She twisted around and found a purple sky over an endless field of swaying tallgrass, a purple sky that was turning re
