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Griffin filled in Renata and Loner Douglas about Serena’s situation. Loner shrugged it off, as they’d all expected. The only thing he really cared about was plants anyway—his nickname was Loner for a reason. He generally considered all humans interlopers, and promised to be on guard for anyone who didn’t belong.
Renata had a different reaction.
“I know that chica. She came up here early on asking questions about our guests. Are you sure we can trust her?” Renata pulled out a rack of bread loaves, her silvering hair frizzing from the steamy oven.
“She was looking for her missing father, that’s all. Pretty sure she was upfront about that.”
“Yeah, still, now she’s back and now it’s something else. You know I’m not going anywhere, I got a job to do here. Just watch yourself, that’s all
