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Rasha sat nursing a juice in the corner of the bar downstairs from their rooms. When Jak stumbled in with a girl on each arm, she felt something in her gut tighten. She wasn’t surprised to see him with multiple women. He’d made her think she was special. Here was the proof he’d misled her.
Jak sat at the bar drinking and singing, of all things. He was so embarrassing. Rasha hadn’t worn her cloak and now she wished she had. She could hide in it and go unnoticed. Not tonight, though. She’d come down here to think about what to do, not to hide from Jak. She couldn’t avoid him all night. She glanced up to see if he’d noticed her, only to meet his eye.
His smile widened, and he winked at her. Winked! She wanted to pull out her short swords and stab him. Instead, she looked away with a cal
