Almost every inch of House Gluttony was a feast for the senses, should any guest or servant wander down the expansive interior and wish to indulge. Normally, my second snagged a flute of sparkling wine and filled me in on any reports that came in after a public appearance. Today she fingered the knives strapped to her hip belt. “Go on, then.” I glanced sideways at her. “What sage advice are you dying to impart?” Her hand stilled on the hilt of one knife. Knowing Val, either she was considering stabbing me or she was trying to hide the fact that she was mulling something over.
