“You could have at least said something if that was your plan, Rojer,” Leesha said as Abban escorted them to the caravan. “I hadn’t decided anything until the song was done,” Rojer replied, “but even if I had, what business is it of yours who I marry? Let us not pretend you would consult me if the positions were reversed.” Leesha gripped her skirts tightly in her fists. “Need I remind you that those young women tried to murder me?” “Ay,” Rojer agreed. “Yet you’re the one that treated Amanvah when the antidote made her sick, and offered asylum to her and Sikvah both.” “Don’t fool yourself,”
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