' so if we just - ' ' we 'll sleep in the carts , ' said tomjon firmly , squinting at himself in the shard of mirror . ' but you know how much the fo - the king gave us ! it could be feather beds all the way home ! ' ' it 's straw mattresses and a good profit for us , ' said
tomjon

he 'd held on to her and kissed her brow . last night he 'd admitted he was physically attracted to her . and tonight he 'd said that he liked her . but love ? could he ever love her ? she did n't know . and she sure did n't know how she felt about him . yeah , she wanted to jump his bones , but that was n't
love

'' for the last time , skye , you are n't psychic . '' she met his eyes , and i was reminded of the things she 'd told me in bethany 's dad 's lab-it 's going to get better . but first , it 's going to get worse . '' yeah , el , '' skylar said softly , '' i am
psychic