Ellen Eirka?
I frown a little at that.
Granted my name is close to my previous one because I named myself, but this is too much of a happy coincidence for him to be named Ellen and have a last name that's an anagram to Keira.
He gives me a smug smile while massaging my sprained hand.
"I know that look and yes, it really is a happy coincidence on my part," he boasts.
I roll my eyes. I really want to punch him but I don't want to injure my other hand.
I sniff haughtily, "Whatever. By the way, who's the kid?"
The boy is quick to pick up on my question. He's definitely eavesdropping on our conversation but he's also alert, so I'll give him that.
The child gives me a small nod.
"My name is Castor Jameson, my lady. I am Master Ellen's protege. He took me in five years ago when my mother
