Thayne finished setting camp, and then turned to face her with hard eyes. She tensed as though to flee, but the rope was still holding her captive. The rough hemp gleamed with her blood, but her wrists were no longer injured. Whatever prayers he had recited were incredibly effective.

“So, Hanaldi,” he began as he warily knelt in front of her, “are you ready to be civil?”

Tania grimaced. She knew nothing of civility. There had been no dealings with lords and ladies in her life. The Knights Of Creation protected the royal court and must know the ways of the wealthy, but she had been raised in the underworld of those marble cities. She knew more about rats and hunger than Thayne ever would, but she wasn’t even sure what he meant by ‘civil’. Because of this, she...

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