St. James shot Bronwyn a quick glance. Again Bronwyn had the impression of a snake looking out from the man's cold, shrewd eyes. "I beg your pardon?"<br/>"He wasn't talking about this package." Tara cut in quickly. "He was talking about something else."<br/>Bronwyn and St. James both looked at Tara almost simultaneously. St. James raised one finger and shook it back and forth, a gentle rebuke.<br/>"No he wasn'." Bronwyn said simply. Although Bronwyn had begun her life as a human and had spent nearly five thousand years walking among them, sometimes the niceties of human interaction were lost to her. She had no idea what ties were being destroyed and events were being set in motion. She caught the desperate, furious glare that Tara aimed at her, but didn't understand the meaning behind it.<br/>"Are you sure this 'guy' said 'Danny'? Not some other name?" St. James asked. He was perfectly polite, but his tone made it clear he would brook absolutely no nonsense.<br/>"Aye." Bronwyn replied.