She frowned slightly, skirts swaying just barely as her feet shifted. Mandelain adjusted the gray-green patch over his right eye, the way he did when he wanted a moment to think. The woman on the table arched up as far as her bonds would allow, eyes bulging, throat corded with a piercing scream that went on and on. tom! That leaped out of nowhere, out of sleepless nights and confusion, but before he could begin to form an apology, she smiled.
They would, though. Either way, he nodded; he was not all that steady. She liked not knowing everything about as well as being made to wait. Yes, Sword-Lieutenant, she said, bobbing again.
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