"How was the meeting?" Lacie asked, getting the car ready so they could leave. "Do you think that woman can be trusted?" She noticed the woman watching from one of the windows in the house.
Mila removed the baseball cap and nodded, using her fingers to arrange her displaced hair. "So far, so good," she muttered. "I won't say I trust her but control, which is necessary, though I'm not sure how long the leash will go before she bites it off."
Knowing women like that, Mila wasn't slow to just trust that the woman wouldn't bite back, but it'll take some time, and before then Mila believed she would have gotten what she wanted. Also, the shaman was like Clara or even worse, wouldn't hesitate to betray even her maker if that would save her head. It was the only thing Mila could bet on at the moment.
Lacie gave her sister's words a thought. There was a hint of desperation in her words and even action, but she decided to let it go.
"Next stop?"
