Chapter 3

Alanna rolled over and sat up in bed, "George?" she grumbled, violet Gift lighting up his face.

"Yes, lass?"

"What did the visitor want at this hour?" Alanna studied his face closely but it remained unreadable. George sighed and decided to tell his wife. "The current King of Thieves, Lionhart has entrusted us with the care of his daughter."

"Why us?" Alanna raised a skeptical brow.

"He trusts no one else, lass. He wishes Elaura to be protected from his life."

Alanna rolled her eyes, "Another child to care for, when I've got my hands full already."

"He's got no other choice but to send her here…" George's voice was soft.

Alanna sighed and extinguished the light of her Gift, "She may stay as long as you don't teach her to throw knives. I'll have to personally gut you for that."

George chuckled, "You break me fragile heart." He replied in mock-hurt.

"Your fragile heart?"

"Aye, me fragile heart."

Alanna grinned and threw her pillow at him, "Go to sleep." she laughed.