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"You will take a cart," Elena repeated.
Sekhmet did not argue again. He had already lost the breakfast war. He was not going to lose the transportation war too.
"Elena," Sekhmet said instead, shifting to the question that mattered. "Where is Mira now?"
"Mira," Elena replied instantly. "She has been sitting with a notebook as if the notebook owes her money."
Sekhmet nodded. That sounded like Mira.
"And the twins," Sekhmet asked.
Elena continued, "They have asked for training."
Sekhmet's eyes narrowed slightly. "Training," he repeated.
Elena nodded. "They asked what weapon training Dawn House provides," she said. "I told them we provide broom training if they touch the wrong servants."
Sekhmet blinked once then laughed.
Elena's face did not change. She had said it completely seriously.
Sekhmet decided not to test whether Elena had actually threatened them with a broom. He suspected she had.
"Good," Sekhmet said.
He turned toward the guest wing.
