Elijah POV
“So, Ambrosia tells me that you usually take her to market,” I said, leaning against the grill of my truck. Heath was human, but that didn’t make him any less of an opponent. He was tall, with a broad chest and shoulders, and looked like he spent most of his days working the farm. He dressed in jeans, boots, and a T-shirt, and he smelled of stale cigarettes. I didn’t think Ambrosia smoked, but she must not mind it if she kept him around. “You two must be close.”
Heath sized me up in turn, his eyes narrowing. He seemed to regard me as a threat- which was good. He should. “I’ve known her since we were just kids,” he replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “She doesn’t let too many people close; you know? I’m surprised she relied on you.” I prickled at the statement, but befo
