“I suppose it would be too much to hope,” Pyrre said, “that one or both of you might have spent the past year studying something other than pottery or fellatio?” The assassin raised an eyebrow. “No?” She let out a long sigh. “I guess we’ll stick with the same plan as last time, then.” “What plan?” Triste demanded. “You run as fast as you can,” Pyrre replied brightly, “while I kill people.”
