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Zaviana scraped the ground with a stick. Her mind jumped all over the place. She needed to get away from Derkas, to help the resistance, to help the woman trying to find them. She needed to know where the resistance was. Most of all, she wanted a bath. She’d spent years as a slave in the Dragonia Empire, and now weeks traveling with the mercenary. All the while, she hadn’t bathed but a few times, and not once during their travels.
“Can I have a bath?” she asked.
Derkas craned his head away from the fire to stare at her. His brows furrowed, and his bottom lip slid to the side.
“A bath?”
“Yes.”
“We’re stuck out in the wilderness, trying to stay hidden from the Dragonia Empire … and the foolish people of the resistance … and you want a bath?”
Her nose wrinkled. “Yes.”
“Look, we don’
