Chapter 11 Chapter 11: The Price of Losing

The bathwater was lukewarm.

Exactly the way I liked it.

That irritated me more than if they had made it boiling.

Moonflower oil scented the steam rising from the copper tub. Clean towels warmed beside the fire, and a silver-blue nightdress waited across the foot of the bed.

Asterion and Faolan had p...

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