CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
The townhouse had a long stretch of garden to the rear, and Angelica toured it, taking in the scents of the flowers there, admiring the small pond set to the rear with its lilies and its dragonflies.
A servant approached with a goblet of wine set on a silver tray. The servant was a woman a few years older than Angelica, innocuous enough looking with her medium-brown hair and slight frame, plain dark dress, and refusal to look up from the ground as she walked. She was so diffident that Angelica could barely see anything of her features. The goblet was a delicate copper thing, set with a design around it of green thorns.
“Do all assassins announce their presence so readily?” Angelica asked, very carefully tipping out the contents of the goblet onto the grass.
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