“What are you doing?” he finally said.
Saanvi didn’t jump as he’d hoped, which made him even more irritated. She straightened a line. Paused. Checked another.
“I just want to straighten them out again,” she said.
“Do the horses need to be here?”
“I need them to be.”
Topher grimaced, holding his tongue.
“And this has to be done now because . . .”
Saanvi held up one of the lines.
“They’re frayed. We need to repair them.”
“Dear God.” Topher turned to complain to Zorn. “Can you believe this?”
But Zorn wasn’t paying attention. He was looking at the trace lines, trying to figure out what Saanvi was talking about. The leather didn’t look frayed at all. In fact, it looked rather well-maintained. Saanvi didn’t seem to think so. She smoothed the lines out on the road, peering intently, loo
