The white tiger knew I’d lied.
Godric’s shoulder sagged in relief. “Thank God.”
“Hey!”
“What, pet? You’re a terrible shot. You aren’t getting one until you’re better.”
“Argh!” She threw her hands up into the air and stormed away.
Finn was staring at me from under his lashes, remaining silent.
To change the subject, I asked, “How much longer are we going to be? Lunchtime passed a few hours ago, and I’m getting hungry.”
Godric peered down at his bracelet. “We should be finished in another fifteen minutes.”
“I’ll let Poppy know.” I quickly hurried away, only glancing over my shoulder when I was a respectable distance away. I knew his eyes were on me, and I found them easily.
Finn lifted a white brow in silent question.
I simply shrugged. I wasn’t going to tell on her.
Nor did she know I had seen her steal the gun and stick it down her boot. I would leave it at that. She was an adult. She could make up her own mind and make her own choices on what was best for herself. Everything I had ever learned about the woman screamed intelligence and restraint.
I stopped when the creak of a box opening caught my attention. I peeked around a tall crate and watched as Poppy…put the stolen gun back in its place.
She was using restraint today.
I was proud of her.
