“Kemori Daphidone, traveling bard from Orig . . . What’s your real name?” “Die a slow, traumatic death and perhaps I’ll consider whispering it against your ear right before your heart gives out.” “You’re a handful.” His gaze drops to my bust, lifts again, lips curving into a slimy smile. “More than a handful, actually.” “Much more than you can handle, you pathetic piece of shit.”
