Curse the Dawn (Cassandra Palmer 4)

“The last time I recall seeing something similar was on the battlefield—from an adversary.”

“I’m not your adversary, Mircea. I just want to know you better.”

“And you cannot get to know me as we’ve been?”

“Not and keep a clear head, no!”

He smiled at that, and then his gaze shifted to a spot over my shoulder and it faded. “These doubts wouldn’t have anything to do with the company you’re keeping of late, would they?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer before the shop door was thrown open and a furious war mage stomped in. Pritkin spotted me and his eyes narrowed.

“You shaved my legs?!”

Mircea looked at me and folded his arms across his chest. I looked from one unhappy face to the other and suddenly remembered that I had somewhere else to be. “You know, Jonas said something about lessons,” I said quickly. And shifted.

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