Mira glanced to Praetor as he questioned her about it, adjusting the bag at her shoulder. She was silent for a moment, possibly a moment too long. Then she said, "Give her time. We have plenty of it." It was all she could think to say as she led him down the street toward the city. "Besides," she added, "if she hates me so much, she's free to leave. She's not a child no matter how much she might act like one. But while she is under the Kingston name, it's our responsibility to protect and care for her." Despite herself, she felt the corner of her lips pull up ever so slightly.

She blinked as a limo passed them, her violet eyes following it for a moment. "Looks like they'll be free to leave soon anyway," she noted.