Rose met his eyes, and it occurred to her that she'd never actually explained. She'd given him the bare facts, just enough so he knew why they were running, why she was afraid, but...
"My father used to do this," she whispered, and unconsciously found herself reaching for his hands. "Used to do...what I do. Kill people. Not an assassin, not really, he was a...a mercenary. But not a guard, or an extra man in a phalanx, he was...a hit man, I guess. And it--he was good at it." She swallowed. "He kept me and Mum out of it, as much as he could. But that kind of job, it makes people angry. It makes people seek vengeance."
She closed her eyes, focusing on her breath. "When I came home that day--when I found them--" Her throat tightened. She took another breath, then pushed through. "No one else ever came after me. And they should have--they way Mum and Da were k-killed...I found out later it was specific. A signature, from a mercenary band based out of Zantaric. And they don't leave survivors."
She forced herself to meet Dinny's eyes again. "I don't know how they found out about me. It's been almost ten years. But I'm a loose end to them--they went for Sorren's family, and they missed one. I'm a mark on their record."