Blackfeather Woods Blackbird song

Potema let a wan smile appear on her face, slightly genuine. It was rare for the young girl to actual be amused at someone else's joke or witty retort. Usually, it was the opposite. The girl tried her hardest to hide the way she observed his face and body. Bottom line, she was enamored. A suave, sly, James Bond-like male was her type. But he was old, not as old as her parents, but old enough to be her father.

"Did he really? That's ridiculous." Her brow furrowed. Was he trying to pair them up? Just because they have similar injuries didn't always mean they would get along. Was she some kind of payment for an old deal? "Curse all you want, I won't mind." She was old enough for dirty language. She was one month away from being an adult, after all.