CHAPTER SEVEN
“That man was a specialty swordsman with a great deal of vanity,” Luca commented.
I raised an eyebrow at my guide. “How can you tell?”
He nodded at where the mouse man had gone. “His scabbard was of the finest quality and his saddle impeccably polished.”
“And the vanity?”
Luca grinned. “His tail was waxed. Most mouse men don’t go to that much trouble to show off their ‘assets.’”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll have to remember that.”
A slight touch of eager hope crossed his face. “Does that mean you’re staying?”
I almost hated to ruin that adorable boyish charm of his. “According to you I don’t have a choice, but I’ll believe that when I see it. Speaking of seeing,” I swept my eyes over the area. The street was lined on both sides by two-floor wood frame hou
