“The afternoon is yours to spend in any way that you like.”
“Where are you going?”
“To rest my limbs and my lungs.”
“Yes, well, hopefully you’ll read something of quality before I see you again.”
He sniffed the air as he walked out of her room. “Hopefully you’ll take a bath before I see you again.”
Sighing, Valerie called to her servants to draw her bath. An afternoon of reading on the balcony beckoned.
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The following dawn, Valerie’s bedroom door opened, and a familiar stalking gait echoed through the room. Chaol Westfall stopped short when he found the assassin dangling from the beam of the bedroom doorway, repeatedly hoisting herself up to touch her chin to the wooden bar. Sweat soaked her undershirt and ran in rivulets down her pale skin. She’d been exercising for an hour alread
