On the third day, in the elegant private room of the All Souls Tavern, Marcus Doyle snapped his bamboo fan shut, his usual playful grin nowhere to be seen. "Still no sign of her?"
He turned to Theodore. "You pushed her too hard, didn't you? That wild she-wolf, always swinging spears and cracking whips, and you tamed her into some proper lady like she was a horse. If you want her to behave, try a softer touch. Get her to have a pup—once a she-wolf's got one, she's like a kite on a string. She'll always come back down."
A sharp c***k interrupted him. Blake Morgan, focused on a chess game, had dropped his jade chess box, pieces scattering across the floor. Theodore and Marcus both turned toward the sound.
"Rare for you to lose focus, Blake," Marcus said, raising an eyebrow.
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