Ambrosia POV
We cleaned up, changed clothes, and went to meet Francis. We agreed our mission today was to find out what exactly his angle was in helping us.
He saw us and waved us over. “Tour first, then dinner.”
“Why do we need a tour?” Elijah asked.
Francis studied us, then clicked his tongue. “Well, if Ambrosia becomes a ward of the court, it would be nice to show her around so she can see this isn’t exactly a prison.”
“Would I be allowed to leave?” I asked.
Francis hesitated.
“Then it’s a prison,” I added a little growl to my voice. “And I won’t be staying here.”
“Listen, babes,” Francis sighed, “I’d like to keep you alive, but you really need to work with that attitude, okay? Some of us might let it slide, but most others won’t. Sapphira and Bronte would have dissolved your
