Phoenix Maplewood if loving you is a felony now then i'm a renegade, riding

the boy claimed his interest elswhere. qiao made show of visibly relaxing, but kept her muscles coiled lest they be called into use. wolves, she had come to learn, were as reliable as the words which curled from their mouths into empty air. that is, to say, their promises mattered little.

"qiao-ilha. and this is gaultheria. teaberry." qiao gestured to the plants behind her. "useful for steeping in water, to clean cuts or cure a headache." she glanced upon the child, who was so close to coming into his own -- so close to discovering the ugly truths of the world. "where are you from?"