Chapter 15 The Bargain of Gold and Brands

Sisily’s POV

My boots squeaked against the clean floorboards as I paced the shop all morning.

Five thousand gold pieces sitting right in Maeve's brass safe upstairs, and not a single copper of it belonged to me.

"I need my own coin, Maeve," I said, leaning over the counter while she carefully pou...

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