“Reginald is so pleased to have you back.” Alaric sets down his empty goblet. “He loves having someone to cook for. You know that when he found out you left, he yelled at me.” “I don’t believe it.” Reginald has never raised his voice above a polite murmur. Never. “It’s true. He called me a most colourful assortment of names, none of which can be repeated in the company of a lady.” His tongue lashes against his lower lip, licking up a droplet of blood. “It was his idea to give you the key to Black Crag. He always believed you’d come back. He even helped me clean out the priest hole. Well, most
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