Chapter 197

Elowen

 

Nine heads lifted from the piles of gold.

 

Garrick, a broad-shouldered apprentice at the near end of the table, squinted through the incense smoke. "Who the hell are you? The girl delivering the wine?"

 

Beside him, Liora lowered her brass scale, her painted brows shooting up.

 

"Wait a se...

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