“You could just ask you know?” Dove said softly, her hand dropping away from the knife she’d been about to pick up to defend herself, after all old habits died hard, and she had no proof that the pulse had killed her ex husband, and that he wasn’t on his way back to finish what he’d started all those years before.
“The Oma help people who need it...even if you shouldn’t because they’re trying to steal from you.” There was humour in Dove’s tone, but she was glad that Knight wasn’t here to get defensive before he could stop himself.