Two Can Play
The woman's eyes went wide, and Tasha smiled, and the story grew with every retelling, and I watched her spin it, calm and lovely, and I thought, Lynette, your daughter is a queen.
By the time the crowd finally thinned, Tasha's cheeks ached from smiling and my hands ached from not strangling anyone who had gotten too close. I had relaxed, finally, had turned away to find a glass of water, when a hand closed around my elbow.
I spun, and Sparrow was there, close enough that I could smell his cologne, his face tight with something I could not read.
"It is time for us to go home," he said.
I blinked. "Now? The ceremony just ended. I heard an announcement..."