CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I nudged Mia’s arm with my elbow and nodded at the solitary man. She followed my gaze and pursed her lips. Her eyes flickered to her brother, and she slightly jerked her head toward the stranger. “Is that him?”
He noted where she indicated and studied the man for a moment before he nodded. “That’s him.”
Pennae grasped my arm with both hands and bit her lower lip. “So, what do we do now?”
Ethan straightened the collar of his filthy, paint-splattered shirt and offered his arm to me. “Shall we?”
I blinked at him. “Shall we what?”
He nodded at the man. “Go see if he’s willing to talk.”
Mia stepped between us and glared at her brother. “You will not put her in danger.”
“I think that’s for the pretty lady to decide,” he insisted as he leaned to one side and ca
