She had read only the one he had given her, and she had yet to finish it, too distracted by other thoughts.
She missed the contact almost instantly (another thought she would rather not dwell on) but she nodded, leaning forward to set her cup on the table. Bianca. He had mentioned a Bianca in his stories. She wondered briefly if this was the crossbow he had told her about, if he had been telling her about himself.