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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 hairpinse, 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
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