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I groaned, sat up, and reached into my bag yet again and pulled out a cloth filled with protein cubes and a piece of flatbread. I handed it to her with a canteen of water.

“Thank you,” she said. “What’s that?” She was pointing at my sack. “Is that a man purse?”

I was confused. “Man purse? What’s a man purse? Is that an Earth thing?”

She chuckled and her face brightened. “Never mind. What’s that round globe looking thing?” she asked, pointing at something else that had fallen out. She was a curious human, but they all were.

“It’s a compass,” I said, stuffing it back inside. I didn’t add that uncle Roult made it for me when I first started bounty hunting specifically for the King.

“Is that how you find your way out here?”

“Mostly,” I replied.

She bit into the bread and popped a protein piece into her mouth. Content that she was done with her questions, I laid back down, my arms folded behind my head. Without turning around to look at her, I mumbled a warning to her. “Just so you know, if you kill me in my sleep, I’ll forever haunt you in your dreams.”

“I don’t even know your name,” she said. “Even ghosts have a name.”

“My name doesn’t matter,” I said abruptly.

She said nothing more, but I felt it in her energy and the way she huffed to the floor that she was irritated.

Good.

She could stew in her anger and frustration for tonight. Maybe it would help her think about what she’d done and when she woke up, she’d be ready to confess the truth of what really happened on that fateful night in my uncle’s cabin.