That was true enough. Something had, And Phaedra didn't know what it was. There was this invisible pull, the thing that had led her to guard Peter, to lecture him a little... all of it.
Maybe you're the good luck charm.
Phaedra grinned and started laughing. She was a professional killer, and, failing that--for centuries-- a bodyguard. Even now. But the idea made her laugh enough that her cheeks hurt.
"That's a new comparison. Usually it's something along the lines of battering ram."
She chuckled again. It was always funny for that to be the case. All 120 or so pounds of her.
"I bet if I was actual good luck, you'd have shoes," she noted, winking at him. Actually, Phaedra was having a hard time not looking at him.