CHAPTER SEVEN
After he had taken her jewellery, Vass walked away from the apartment he shared with Asphodel. His head ached and he shivered.
Finding a park, he wandered in. Flowers bloomed in beds separated by stretches of neatly mown grass, but there were no trees. Momentarily, the elf in him mourned that, but his need for more powdered dragon scales overwhelmed him.
He found a bench warmed by the sun, but he shivered all the same. The light blinded him and he covered his eyes with his hands.
She shouldn’t have made me hit her. If she’d given me the jewellery, I wouldn’t have needed to. It was all her fault that I did it.
He felt sick. He needed more scales. Just one last fix. He would pawn Asphodel’s jewellery and buy another batch of the drugs—enough so he would have some for himse
