Gilbert looked at me with a half-smile. “I’m still working with him, aren’t I?” he asked. “I’m his brother, not his caretaker. I’d be scared if he were making big decisions on his own. But he can handle spending a few hours with Fenris.”
I smiled, touched by the obvious affection for his twin. “Aren’t you worried they might run into Sabine?”
“From what I have heard of Sabine,” he said slowly as if picking his words carefully. I realized, with just the two of us sitting there, his accent was a bit more noticeable than Piers’. Is that because Piers talks so much more? I assumed, at first, that Gilbert was more thoughtful with his words, and that was, to some extent, the case. However, now I wondered if English was also a bit more challenging for him. “She is unlikely to flat out-kill anyon
