My white dress remains mostly unscathed as I climb out of the boat and stand in front of a giant slab of grey stone, but my shoes don't fare as well sinking into the muck on the edge of the canal. I give up and take them off, tossing them back into the boat so I can walk barefoot. Asher looks ready to argue, but I hold up a hand. "You want to trade shoes? No? Then shove it." He makes the smart choice, and his mouth snaps closed.
