EPILOGUE
Ehrina Ka’id stood at the edge of her terrace that overlooked Heaven’s Plaza at the center of Tyrsh, sipping wine and frowning. “There must be some mistake,” she said at last.
“No mistake, Ma’is.” Kalis Kirin hovered behind Ka’id in the doorway to their apartments. She’d dressed as the maid today, which usually amused Ka’id to no end, but Ka’id wasn’t amused now.
“Four separate confirmations,” Kirin went on. “Including two eye witnesses who escaped from the Foreigner’s District. Eheene is gone.”
Ka’id put down her cup on the broad railing and turned to face her last Kalis and the woman she loved. “I told you before, I don’t know how many times: I am not your Ma’is, nor anyone else’s. The High Merchants paint their faces in Eheene. I drink wine in Tyrsh.”
“Yes, Ma’is. I’m sorr
