She actually laughed, a strange, wonderful sound in this little bubble of death and duty he’d constructed. She touched her chest on the left side. “Our words don’t always carry on the wings of the wind. I warned my kin when I sensed your three be-leathered and belted friends whisper past. Then I came further along to see if there were more. Only you, it seems. My luck.”
“You’re lying.”
count me in
thanks