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AT NIGHT in the guesthouse, Mikandra didn’t join in any parties and didn’t even join the Kedrasi mother and daughter, because she had already eaten. She sat in the corner of the upstairs balcony with her book and her light, and stared at the pages, seething with anger.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Lihan, about how cool he’d been to her when she met him in the Guild building in Miran.
Well, f**k him, to speak like Rehan. She mouthed the obscenity that she had never let cross her lips. Traders had a reputation for swearing a lot. She might as well be true to the cliché.
“f**k him, f**k him.” It felt good to say it.
He hadn’t even had the courtesy to tell her that he was getting married. We can still be friends, he had told her. What a load of crap.
Never would she be friends wit
