I looked her in the eye, then up at her hair for a moment, then back to eye-contact. It always works - an unmistakeable signal.She responded by look...ng me up and down - also an unmistakeable signal. She was no fool. She knew this was the moment when a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do - and pretty quickly too, in her present crisis. Now she was deciding whether she could bring herself to do it.After a moment's meaningful pause, I said quietly:"Better put those in the boot. Then come. "Get dressed. I have a place we can train." Why? You must know I am Nick's enemy. You make me better at it." To tell you the truth, I am uncertain, but have my suspicions."Later, after a night sleeping and a day training in a clearing all but Chen have abandoned, tales of ghosts created by terrible things since this is the place the rogue general unleashed his psychotic behavior keeps others away, her suspicions become more confirmed. Gia tells her everything."Simon hides amongst the invaders. "You'll be delighted to know that aprons are atradition in the family. I was presented with 7 pinafore aprons when Iwas a child, one for each day of the week, and I was expected to wearthat days apron for all housework. I realised quickly that the same rulewas not applied to my brother, so I set about getting my Mother to changethe rules, and made it that whoever was wearing an apron did thehousework. I bribed my brother into wearing an apron every day for amonth, he was a soft touch, and. "How can you give her your heart and offer it to me too?" Did you think that love is a loaf of bread, to be divvied up, the pieces getting smaller as we loved others? How could parents love their children? How could brothers and sisters love each other?" He sat forward as he made his point. "No, Dawn. Love is not a loaf, it is a bottomless well, forever flowing. We can dip a bucket and offer our love, than go back to the well to offer more." But..." I'm not offering you my heart, Dawn. I'm.