He was right, well as right as he could be. There was still danger but she hoped that her father would leave them be and pretend she never existed. But for now it mattered little.
The woman frowned a little and looked him over before turning to Sera. "He is pretty at least. All men cannot be perfect." She patted Jame's cheek though and made her way behind her counter and pulled out a cake filled with fresh whipped cream and strawberries. "She always ate this as a child.'