"Kill Saintess Ruby Vaiva, and make it look like an accident. Details by the river, three days."
Eh?
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"Pff—fWAHAHAHAH!"
Lady Sees doubled over. One hand flew to her stomach, the other braced against the arm of the sofa, and she laughed.
Roarke felt cold sweat begin its slow crawl down his spine.
This…
Could it be, that he have lost it? The chance. The fragile, barely-there possibility of being in Rinne's life again. The hope he had been nursing like a wounded bird, afraid to hold too tight lest he crush it?
This message, this order from the Cassian Twins, delivered to the wrong hands, exposed before he could explain or defend or beg—
It ruined everything?
He did not know. He did not know anything. This veiled, mysterious woman, Lady Sees, the Dragon's Physician, whatever name she wore today, what did her laughter mean?
