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choed from the retreating carriage, a pathetic, de

ar a blood oath to the Dragon Gods right now! Swear that the Carlisles have no inte

rified of divine retribution. Darby wouldn't dare swear such an oath. Her silence was a damnin

e. Gideon turned on his heel and walked toward the command tent wit

tain of the guards, a thick, barrel-chested man with gr

uldn't clearly see my hands. I slipped one of Darby's stolen gold hairpins

e, a slow, calculating smirk spreading across his face. "You're a bold one, convict. The cr

you allow it, I have two fat chickens left in the estate's coop. It would be a shame to leave the

fresh meat. He looked at my dirt-caked face and nodded slowly. "Make it quick, girl. And it

em. I built a fire in the courtyard's ruined kitchen. Using a rich blend of spices I had hoarded in my spatial storage-black pep

s soon had the guards salivating. They gathered around the fi

to Dexter and his men, the captain took one

s beard, his eyes wide with surprise. "You cook bette

lowered. "If you treat my family fairly, I can ensure your men eat like th

n bowl clean, licking the last drops of spiced broth from the

ing chicken stew and thick broth into a large wooden bowl. I ap

nts? I've never truly met them, and I wish to show s

sive hand, picking his teeth with a splinter of wood. "Go on. But be quick about