My eyes raked over the woman’s willowy appearance, from her wild, carrot top hair falling in messy waves to the way I noted her tiny arms quivering with the weight she carried. “Um, hi. I’m Mira. Gage asked me to bring you some food.” She mumbled, biting her lip as her eyes darted down to the tray she held with unsteady hands. “Zoebella.” I answered mechanically, reaching out to take the tray as I continued, “Let me help you with that.” Mira didn’t protest, gladly handing off her burden with a whisper of thanks and shaking her arms out as soon as they were empty. Strangely, I realized the platter didn’t weigh much at all, but I didn’t point that out, instead inviting the woman to come in. She looked to be a few years older than me, but I felt confident I could trust her if Gage had sent her. Shifting on her feet, the indecision was unmistakable on her face, but I didn’t take her hesitancy to heart. I could see she was anxious, but nothing she did made me believe that I was the one
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