“"It's an asinine story," she muttered through clenched teeth. "You can tell it." "I had every intention of doing so." A wide marble portico separated Evion's from the North Road. As Gyhard led the way up to one of the columns, a well-scrubbed girl of about ten ran out to take their reins. "Will you be staying the night, sirs?" she asked as Gyhard dismounted. "We will." He flipped her a quarter-crescent. She snatched the coin out of the air with practiced dexterity, and it disappeared i...nto a fold of her blue tunic. "Very good, sirs." After eight days in the saddle, Vree no longer returned to earth feeling as though she'd gladly cut off her own legs. Muscles hurt more from hours of use than abuse. "What about the saddlebags?" she asked when Gyhard started for the inn's double doors. "Leave them. The page will bring them to the rooms." Vree stared down at the girl who stared fearlessly up at her. "If any thing's missing, I'll cut your living heart out and feed it to you.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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