“I promise it’s not as weird as it seems.” She grimaced. “Or maybe it is as weird as it seems. It’s complicated.” “All the good sex is,” Alzapraz said, raising his glass. Calladia choked. “Wait, that’s not—” “Just ask Isobel when you see her,” Alzapraz continued. “Tell her I haven’t forgotten that thing she had me do in 1286.”
