Elias glanced at the small woman. There was a quiet strength in her body that made her bigger than the prey he hunted. It was a strength born from conviction, and this was the moment Elias recognized another form of strength.
The first form he had witnessed from that old woman who drove away a Fury Forge with just her gaze, and that was the strength of reputation, and now Mira was showing him another kind.
"You want to be my maid," he said.
"Yes."
"I don't need a maid."
