I waited until the magic that cloaked the vehicle dropped away, then pushed off the fence I’d been leaning against. I plucked up the lantern at my feet and made my way to the coach, my boots crunching over the hard-packed snow. The coachman jolted in his seat, his muscles taut as I emerged from the shadows. He remained that way until I lit the lantern and held it up. With my hood tugged low over my brow and the quiet menace that radiated around me from waiting in the storm for nearly an hour, I understood the driver’s fear. But he hadn’t drawn my ire. That honor belonged solely to his
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