Though dark clouds lingered in his eyes, he rolled his shoulders and flashed me a wicked look. “I heard you threw a punch at old lady Hanoverre.” My jaw hung open. “Is that what people are saying?” “I heard you made her get down on her knees and beg for your forgiveness.” “What!? No, gods, there was nothing like—” “Then I heard you kicked Iléana right in the tits. The left one.” “Alright, now I know you’re lying.” “And then you pulled Jean’s pants down so everyone could see his tiny—” “Taran,” I shouted, laughing.
