CHAPTER 13
Longinus awoke with a start and a slurp, horrified to find he had been dribbling on himself. He blinked a few times and wiped his chin with a handkerchief. He didn’t remember falling asleep. Light tinged with pink filtered through the window, announcing dawn. Longinus stretched, his neck aching. It was unusual for him to fall asleep in a chair like this. He should go rouse his tailor and get the clothing ordered before the blasted urchin girl arrived. What colour had he decided on in the end? Was it green?
He was about to get up, when a voice interrupted him.
“Don’t get up on my account.”
Longinus cried out in surprise, tumbling back into his chair.
The urchin was skulking by his cabinets, and she had left a visible smear of filth on the glass. Her left eye was like a study
