THE MISTRESS OF THE CROWS: BOOK ONE

THE SPYMASTER'S DAUGHTER

Prologue

"Can you find her a good home?" A woman, blond-brown hair tucked away in a brown hood, asked the woman standing in front of her. The hooded woman had a sleeping baby in her arms. The woman she spoke to have graying curls, though she looked young for them.

"I can, and I will." The curled haired lady answered softly, reaching out for the child. The mother seemed reluctant to give up her child, but when a single tear drop fell to the child's cheek, she put the child in her companion's arms.

"Be good, my little crow." The mother said tears in her eyes. "Good bye." She whispered softly before sweeping herself out of the room in tears. The curled haired lady was startled, but came over it in a few second's time. As they walked to the backway out, the lady looked over her shoulder to see in the little girl's mother had returned. No one was in sight.

"Off we go!" She said brightly to the cooing babe. "I have the perfect home for you." She smiled warmly as the child giggled.