“So, why do you want me back?” Millicent asked keeping an eye on Viktorija, she had been thinking about this all day. And she still drew a blank about the reason that Viktorija wanted her back; she already knew what Durango’s was.
His reason would never change, and Millicent had always hoped that Durango would some pretty girl that would travel with him. He was the village’s spy master; she wasn’t going to have anything to do with his line of work.
“I doubt the elders want me book for a good reason,” Millicent continued, none of them would have threatened her with Manville around. She thought they would put her in the Target book the moment Manville kicked the bucket. “Nor to remember the good old times when their joints weren’t threatening to give up on them.”
“I like you,” Viktorij
