CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Ros reluctantly left, and I wasn’t quite as glad to see him go as I thought I’d be. For one, it left me alone with the strange woman.
“Your name’s Buna?” I guessed as she hung her wooden weapon on its hook on one side of the fire.
She turned back to me and shuffled over to the bed. “That’s what I’m called.”
I lifted an eyebrow as she gently removed the torn pieces of shirt that acted as my bandages. “Does it mean something?”
“Just what that vermin told you,” she muttered as she worked quickly.
I blinked at her before I recalled what he had called her before. “So, it means grandmother? But he’s not really your grandson, right?”
She jerked to a stop, and her face showed a mixture of horror and laughter. A stifled cackle escaped her lips as she shook her head.
