Chapter 19
Cherry
As Bert and I broke apart, my friend’s easy-going grin triggered a matching one on my face. “What?” I asked.
“Sooo, Fern’s a fire-cracker, ain’t she?”
I chuckled but reminded myself I still needed to tread carefully. I gestured to the sofa, inviting Bert to sit down and using the moment to get a grip on my anxiety. I thanked my lucky stars that I’d taken the precaution to conceal Fern’s shifter scent. I’d gone to a witch in Berlin’s Mitte district, who’d given me medicine to block my daughter’s scent to others with unnatural abilities. But I knew I mustn’t reveal any nervousness before my friend about my daughter, or he’d get suspicious.
“She certainly keeps me on my toes,” I started.
Bert’s keen blue eyes took me in, and he didn’t ask, but the silence filled with
