LADY BAEVERA
One who referred to him as “Coinmaster”, so he might even be a business associate, yet he would tossed him out without hesitation, subtlety, or care. Was I dreaming?
Revandrel’s angry eyes found mine again.
What did I do now? I lifted my chin and met his gaze. I wonder what was going through that head of his.
“Everyone back to work,” he ordered, eyes still on me, and the crowd dispersed quickly.
Finally, he looked away, turned, and began walking back toward the tower.
“Thank you,” Milly said to me, her eyes wet with gratitude. “I cannot thank you enough.”
“It is fine.” I gave her a small, reassuring smile, noticing the bruises forming on her wrist. “Wrap a cold river stone around that to keep it from swelling.”
She glanced at my cheek, reaching up to brush my bruise ge
