Chapter 97
“Yes. You told me.” In the half-strength moonlight her face was cold and hard. After a moment, it softened slightly. “You are very thin. Have you been ill?” “A fever. I am better. Leo,” he said, though he was foolish to keep on talking, “what has happened to Hanochek?” Her teeth shone, she was smiling. Vortka felt his flesh crawl. “Hanochek is an unknown man. Never speak his name again.” Unknown? What was that, some obscure warrior ritual? “Hanochek lives? You did not kill him?” “You think I should have killed him?” She pulled a face. “Vortka, I wanted to.” “No! I am glad he lives! What happened to Zandakar was not Hanochek’s—” “ Do not defend him!” She had her fingers on her snakeblade, her fury was so fierce he thought it might scorch him. “Or I will smite you, there will be no nee
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