he said. “I noticed the others did not act kindly toward you.”
Tears built in her eyes but she dashed them away. “It is nothing.”
“Lina.”
“They do not believe me, that I saw you on the roof, that you have wings or that you are a Messenger.”
The childishness of youth. “I see. Don’t let them trouble you, Lina. I have a feeling they will change their tune soon enough.”
“Thank you,” she said as she left, though the tone of her voice suggested she did not believe him.
Never returned to the patch of light provided by the window, where his companions were devouring the fruit. “What have you left me then, you wonderful pigs?” he asked.
Vantinio laughed and Luis grinned around his apple, while Tsolde gave him a mock-frown.
“You seem in higher spirits today,” Elina observed. She, like the ot
