“I see you’ve managed to scam your way into being equipped. Quick work.” I drop my hem. “Hidden talent. What’s yours?” “Sweet fuck all.” He dashes his hand at the stairs that swoop toward the bouldered city below. “Let’s go.” My heart drops, frown returning. Am I not as free as I thought I was? “What did I do to deserve an escort?” He flicks me an up-and-down look, both brows raised. “You look like a tourist unaccustomed to the heat. If you’re going to hock off a solid gold candlestick, you might as well get a good deal. A merchant sees you with me, chances are they won’t short you.” Actually,
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